Tormented
I struggle to justify my actions,
Like he deserved to die,
Tormented by the horror of my demise,
I spend his money to try and make it right,
But my gloom returns with each passing night,
Bury me next to Judas,
For I have betrayed my kind,
Tormented a poor soul with an act unkind,
May the grim reaper come and set me free,
From the torment that is haunting me…
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