Repentance

by viraz vitalia   Mar 30, 2008


The beast walks into town.
Eyes of scorn and hate his company.
The insults hurled like knives.
They pierce more than any blade.
The destruction he caused still there.
Now he must pay his dues.
The bravest rush in to subdue.
He does not resist.
He just submits.
He lets himself be taken.
Taken back to the cell.

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