When a killer has a heart but how can this be,

A young boy of a slow nature tormented by all.

Never treated right, he grew as an adult child,

Killed his mother and lover, thought they were being bad.

Sent away and then set free, the world was a scary place,

His name was carl, had no one who did love him anyway.

A purpose for a man, born into a sad, hard life of loneliness,

When he killed they sent him away, lost in another place.

He wasn’t meant for this world anymore, quiet with many thoughts,

When he killed he was only twelve years old, he thought they were bad,

He grew up and learned he was wrong, not suppose to kill anyone.

To help another child who would not become like him,

When he killed acertain someone, he thought the world be a better place.

Keith Garrett


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