Forgive me, Father, for I have killed,
they deserved it as they killed me first.
Please hear my prayers and tears,
my darlings did me so much worse.

I was shot while being enamored
under the bed sheets of stars,
by the very same murderer
who’s driving that getaway car.

A family man’s deceit
ejected him from our escape plan,
just to dance back to fidelity
after tying me to the rail tracks.

My back was stabbed by a traitor
for my innocent transgression,
leaving me to bleed in acres
as they resumed their fuck session.

So witness my Medea moment,
except I’m childfree and guilt-free of that,
for my misfortune opened each one’s omen
from this blood carpet to the screens of Cannes................

A gunshot fired in the crowd,
his engineer's degree soaked in red.
Another gangster down,
I recall, he made his bed.

Daddy’s ugly tears at the window
were not as grim as the scene outside,
since his truth stole the whole show
as the ring dropped dead too from his wife.

I watched Judas sweat in fret
as his girl choked on the cyanide in her drink.
Baby, don’t you cry for her yet,
you just gulped a double dose in sync.

As my last teardrop has dried
like my slaughtered corpse in the casket,
may I peacefully enter the other side
with fingers crossed for a happily ever after…