ConfessionsI come to you to confess my sins.
I shot a man in cold blood in Folsom.
I stabbed many in Tennessee
I raped. women in Colorado.
I robbed the banks of the Rockies.
I took up with a gang on the border.
I hung several and have taken their wife's
and sold them.
I took the older children and made them into
I threw the babies into the pits of death.
I am not proud and I walk with shame.
I hang my head as they point my way.
The tears falls as they throw rocks upon my
I stand before you today with pain
I have hung myself with shame.
I have shot myself in the heart with grief.
I have died inside for the lost souls I have killed.
I was the sheriff who took the lives of many.
Poetry by wbluerose02
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Written on 2006-03-22 at 02:31
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