I’ve hung a thousand men in justice name
For some reason this man isn’t the same
Virtue thrives within his sorrowful eyes
Between his tears, I see it as he cries
I lay the noose and whisper a saddened prayer
And I feel something that slightly resembles care
I wish not to kill this poor man, for I know
He is innocent, yet sadly I hold my woe
As he drops, I can’t help but to look away
It hurts to know he had to die this way
I killed his boy’s father, and widowed his wife
Feeling his innocence, and I still took his life
 
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