The monster is gone.
He's lying there dead.
but, that doesn't get him,
out of your head.
The damage he cause
the things that he did.
still haunt the halls,
down deep in your head.
He suffered, he squirmed,
a painful death indeed.
but, that's no justification.
for the acts of his deeds.
Now that he's gone,
What's there to do,
Suffer in silence,
like so many do.
Could it be,
the powers in me.
The power that's
found in forgiveness.
For, forgiveness you see,
isn't for the monster, the deeds.
it's for the ones that gives it.
The giving, you see, sets you free.
Richard.
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