• Hell have no mercy on my sole. For I’ve sinned. This life that I reserved is tainted with blood spelt for the innocent. I recon that all I’ve done be undone but that what I’ve seen and what I heard is what made me do as I did. But just or unjust it is law that I’m no man at all. But a monster of shorts because what I’ve done all and all I cant be the one it was not me after all. But the awe that what id did not do I was unjustly acquiesced. The idea that what I would have done is undone dose not make scent why that mad man did as he did. Balm the innocent because what he done. He would of watch me wake the plank he see me die so he would not. Why would he do as he did I ask this question many times I’m going mad because of this I cant help it why would he do that form god to the devil him self why I ask. I try to fight it but cant the question kills me I need the answer why he destroy my life what I do to know the anser the knowing is kill me but I shell go on because of what I see throw this is a second chance at life this life of mine.