The ExecutionerI'm wretched realized, a giant to some.The Executioner5 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Pure evil to others, but a holy man to none.
The godsend butcher, the doorman for hell.
I force killers to repent, I force the law to prevail.
They pity my profession, the man with the gun.
No room for second chances and it's too late to run.
Do I feel pleasure? Do I feel pain?
I wish that I knew but, it all feels the same.
Every single day is a war for me.
Angels guide my hand, while demons comfort me.
Remains a man haunted by mythology.
Remains a man helping the wounded bleed.
Each drop of that axe/switch, creates a life for me.
Feeding my children while widows scream.
Remains a man haunted by what he believes.
Remains a man haunted by reality.
© James R Abels, 2012