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I Beat a Man To Death

When I stopped a man from stealing, I went too far.
I beat a man to death when he tried to steal my car.
I pulled him out of my car and gave him the beating of a lifetime.
I don't deserve to be shown any mercy, I committed a horrible crime.
When I started beating that poor man, I couldn't stop.
The beating ended when I was pulled off of him by two cops.
I lost all self control, I was unable to stop beating him.
After I was arrested, I was given news that was very grim.
When they said he died, I had a breakdown and dropped to my knees.
I feel so terrible because of what I did that I actually feel like I'm diseased.
After having my nervous breakdown, I was going to commit suicide.
If the orderlies in the hospital hadn't stopped me, I would've died.
The District Attorney sees that I feel remorse and decided to show leniency.
But I wouldn't hear of it, I killed a man and demanded to be shown no mercy.
Please don't feel pity for me, I certainly do deserve to rot in jail.
I just hope that God will forgive me so that I won't burn in Hell.

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