If I could share my lonely bed with peace,
If I could sleep in innocence again –
Lately make good the tortured past, and cease
To mourn the innocents I’ve cruelly slain.
My blighted life is filled with empty grief,
No friends to lessen my aching regret,
To hide the shame of guilty disbelief
At what my cursed soul cannot forget.
But now redemption calls me to her side,
Sweet revenge reveals her ironic gift:
The hangman’s noose will morbidly provide
Temporal relief through a death that’s swift.
But may my bloodied grief endure, intact?
When the body dies, will my soul survive –
To learn the Godly lessons my life lacked
And emerge one day, forgiven, alive.