Sinner or sin.

image

There’s nothing as pure as sin…

Delivered in the name of god,
Street woman killed with a builders hod.
Against the bible he said
As he left her for dead.

Stan smirked as he stood in the dock,
Fluffed and preened like a cock.
He said he had a right,
To take a life that dreary night.

Twenty years he got locked inside,
Twenty years to sit and hide.
Time where he’s alowed to breathe,
Where decent folk pay for his every need.

Still she lies no blood to bleed
For walking streets to make a crust
Along came Stan her head he bust,
All that’s left are thoughts and dust.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply Thank you for visiting please take a look around while you are here, it could be fun.

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s