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Nyangoro

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Justice

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If he had only held his hand back,
If only for a moment,
Maybe everything would have turned out okay.

But his mind seemed to betray him.
Last thing he remembers,
Is wondering if there just might be another way.

The moon was low in the sky that night.
It wasn’t even half-full,
Yet before him were stains he could not wash away.

And if the heavens could be called on,
His hands on the coldness,
Is there any chance he’d be allowed to pray?

"I never meant for all this.
I just lost myself to the flames.
I know that doesn’t come close to wiping the slate,
But it’s true all the same.

And if I’m not forgiven,
It really doesn’t matter to me.
Because the only one I want to save me now,
No longer says a thing."


Out the window and in short time,
Red and blue lights flashing,
People coming ready to take him somewhere.

But he didn’t put up a struggle.
Not that he wanted to.
After all, everything happening seemed fair.

He sat far in the back of their car,
Staring at his cold hands.
All that he had done was all his own to bare.

And before the tall podium,
He gave anew a statement,
The only statement he ever saw fit to share.

"I never meant for all this.
I just lost myself to my flames.
I know that doesn’t come close to wiping the slate,
But it’s true all the same.

And if I’m not forgiven,
It really doesn’t matter to me.
Because the only one I want to save me now,
No longer says a thing."


Chains are wrapped around his stained hands,
Others against his back,
With a fragile heart he walks to his own grave.

And as remorse fills up in his chest,
Just like it always has,
He doesn’t even look at the bed that he’s made.

His eyes glazed over and so quiet,
Doesn’t even blink now,
Could it be there’s nothing even left to save?

The straps are all fastened down tightly.
Everything is ready.
And so the world just lost another soul that day.
 
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