The Final Theft
"Break and enter without hesitation, my muscles trained from recitation
Takes so little to take a lot, keep everything in moderation
Don't assign them names or faces, race the clock as your heart races
Be good stewards of your time and rid your path of accusing traces"
~
This is the mantra of the thieves, the sick and twisted "robbin hoods"
Us "merry men" are buying bread, pump-our nickles made from stolen goods
This is our tradition, our own living, bought my blood by forcing giving
So how could I make that one mistake that now my conscience keeps re-living
I never meant to end her life, to make that child a sacrifice
The one and only time I killed and her unlucky roll of dice
A flicker of her tattered soles, a reflex, then a shattered skull
As I ran away cascading tears, my eyes glimpsed the blood smattered hole
Her clear blue eyes told everything, her peaceful face embraced the sting
Her youthful lips once flecked with laughs would now grow cold and never sing
My heart kept me from retreating though my soul thirsted for fleeting
The guilt in my veins intensified with pain in each successive beating
And rather than be drowned by sorrow, gladly I'd embrace tomorrow
If I could give back all I took, but time is something we can't borrow
If sirens could emancipate me fromt his grim eternal fate
With joy I'd slap the handcuffs on so I could free myself from hate
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