It’s not a simple sentence,
Here, there is no repentance.
A man has to pay for his deed.
tonight, the crows his head would feed.
From the prison to the stool of death,
crowds watching as he takes his breath.
sometimes our desires can be our end.
For in life, it’s not only time you spend.
Each day our heads are tried at the guillotine.
unlucky ones don’t come back as they went in.