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The wind blew on my hair

as I walked down that sinful path

one that would give me agony

and cone that would drive me mad

That horrible smell of blood,

the sight of innocent lives

all being taken away

right before my very eyes

I felt cold and dry

all across my body

as I looked at my hands

I knew they smelled of hypocrisy

Still, I wanted to keep my life

still I was selfish and convinced myself

that I was better, more worthy of life

than those hopeless, innocent fools

Now I finally realize

minutes away from my death

that I want to change

at least before I take my last breathe

I can't get up, I feel numb

life is over, I am done

I know everything I earned was dishonest

and if I had to start over again

My life would be different, I wouldnt follow evil men

My crimes will never wash away

that is my punishment

But death is only moments away

and that is God's eternal bliss...