If murder is wrong, then why did it set me free?
They like their laws which first condemned me.
However, they chose to use those laws to kill another man,
And who am I to complain, I'm not going to prison again.
Yet, this man is innocent who the intend to kill,
On of the best and worst of places that solemn hill.
Justice is penalty for the crime, or so they say,
But took him somehow and gave me away.
In the end what is a man supposed to do,
With these ever changing points of view?
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