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As he stands . . .

Before the judge and jury, alone and accused

Of heinous crimes of passion, battery and abuse

He put fear in our hearts, in his there was no care

The victims slain and bloody, stop now he did not dare

Faces of fear - for which he is the cause

He draws more strength from the look in their eyes

Faces of fear - the world is waiting

The system fuels his disguise

Young and vulnerable, perfect target for his trade

Rip the clothes that she is wearing,

around her neck he makes her call his name.

Three gone now many more to go, as he walks through the door

He's free to walk the streets again,

drops to his knees down on the floor

Thank God - freedom was granted

His quest can now continue

He wants to see

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So - you thinks there's no justice? Hmm, there's justice!

Let me tell you man, it's in the eyes, and the heart, and the hands.

And if you know you're right, nobody can tell you you're wrong.

Not the cops, doctors, lawyers. When you know you're right,

You feel it. Inside. Yeah!

Thirteen proved to be, unlucky for his hand

He's bound and shackled now, he's taken to the stand

Life imprisonment, death sentence, both choices too good for him

Take his life the way he stole theirs, chances for this method are slim

Bang the gavel, turn the key

No light, no air for him

He'll no longer see

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