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angels focus on his hands keeping still,
seeing into his soul with their skill,
knowing he did it but waiting for him to confess,
showing pictures of the blooded sick mess,
he turns his head away in shame,
they repeatedly say the girls name,
guilty accusations constantly flow from their mouth with spit,
then slamming the photo on the table with a hit,
confess now to your sin so it will end,
for it is too late for you my friend,
her wings spread out covering the room,
blanketing out the light bringing doom,
he sits without admission to his crime,
as watching the clock going back in time,
behind the glass she watches him stare,
he murdered her in his life without a care,
caught and killed by lethal injection,
now after death an afterlife ejection,
straight down to hell below,
a place of eternal torture to go,
but why does he try,
being shamed enough to cry,
because he is a twin,
while in life his brother walks with a grin.