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Innocent

Innocent

I bought an antique gun that was made in 1802.
I quickly learned that it was a stupid thing to do.
A man was shot and murdered and the gun that I bought was the gun that was used.
Everybody turned against me, when I was in court, I was constantly being verbally abused.
I should've known something was wrong because the gun I bought was dirt cheap.
People are wrong when they say that what I sewed is what I must reap.
Sadly, the judge and jury condemned me.
I'm in prison and the guilty party is free.
I plead not guilty but I was still sent to jail.
My attorney tried to get me off but he failed.
I wake up screaming every night because being in prison is a nightmare.
I will be in prison until the day that I die and because I'm innocent, it's unfair.
How an innocent man can be condemned and put in jail is hard to construe.
Be careful about buying a gun because the same thing might happen to you.

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