| I pray that soon the blessed meek their world shall inherit
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| When all of these bastards are judged by their merits
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| And called to account for the acts they’ve committed
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| The jury their victims, no sins are omitted
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| I’d gladly burn these men of straw who beat the weakest hardest
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| They sow the seeds of misery, let children reap the harvest
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| The lowest of the low are they, not fit to share our planet
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| They are not men but beasts indeed, so take this beast and hang it
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| Suffer the children, unseen and unheard
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| Who live in the dark closets where skeletons stirred
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| Behind mental parapets feelings lay hidden
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| They cried out for nothing and nothing were given
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| Why is it so hard to comprehend
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| They should not be released to re-offend
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| I think instead that they should take the place
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| Of the animals dissected by this so called human race
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| The time has come to take these scum and set a fine example
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| The only problem is I fear no punishment is ample
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| Now I am not a violent man but it would give me pleasure
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| To watch these vermin crucified then kill them at my leisure
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| They rob the young of innocence and then show no repentance
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| We should relieve them from their lives, the crime befits the sentence
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| Instead set free to hurt again for reasons I can’t figure
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| Just line them all against the wall and let me pull the trigger |