Murdering another to get your own way,
Killing yourself is much better, they say.
You can't be convicted, or even caught,
The worst they can do is leave your body to rot.
They give you a reason without any rhyme,
It's the same damn excuse every time.
"Someone caught you, you're guilty," they say,
And you go to jail for ten years and a day.
You cannot escape the vagaries of man,
Unless you give in to the gun in your hand.
But can you give in to the faith in your mind?
Will your god forgive you, or damn you for all time?
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