i smile at my victim
who in fact...isnt a victim at all
the guilty deserve to die
the guilty are victims of their own misdeeds.
i tlk to the sinner in front of me
and i feel we connect
except he kills the innocent
while i kill the guilty.
i let the moment arrive
and then, in the plastic covered room,
i raise the weapon suitabe for this situation
and kill the guilty.
i have my moment
stare at the corpse in front of me
i get ready to get rid of that too
when, i hear a noise.
i look out of the glass on the door
and there i see a person
with shock i run outside
and there she is, covered with marks of abuse.
she attempts to run away
but her wounded feet make her fall
seems to me that she has been falling for a long time
with wounds she is afraid of.
i grab a hold of her
and she lies in my arms
gasping, looking everywhere for a safe place
looking at me with the fear of me doing the same to her
the thing she has lived in for so long
abuse
with one more eyeroll
she faints, her wounds smarting
i stare at her, helpless, wondering what to do with this... witness
whether to save her or kill her.
saving an innocent is a blessing but for me...it is a death sentence for me
killing an innocent is a sin...but for me it is a new lease of life
what to do? my father's two rules come in here
-never kill an innocent
-never get caught.
with a quick recap of what just happened
i digest the facts that were building up
she saw everything
she saw me.
i have to decide-save or kill?
what does this make me
what am i now?
sinner...or saviour?
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