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In the heat
of the moment he did what he did,
With instant regret for the same,
But tried to use reason, explain it away,
And wouldn't accept all the blame.
He knew
it was wrong, but lost all control,
His passion now burning inside,
He heard many voices and did what they said,
Although they continued to lie.
They told
him she wanted abuse from this man,
Deserving no more and no less,
He listened and did what they told him to do,
She's dead and his life's in a mess.
He wanted
to look at her beautiful form,
But never intended to touch,
She tried to get loose from his outward-stretched
hand,
But died in his grasp and his clutch.
His life
is in torment with blood on his hands,
But shows no remorse, nor a plea,
He'll spend all his days in a room behind bars,
And the voices will not let him be.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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