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Unsure

Bound by the chains of thoughts,
Of worries and curse of Gods,
I am unsure of what shall come,
When the victim shall be dumb,
Silenced by the trauma of evil,
The innocent suffering the deeds of the devil,
And when she shall finally die,
Her immortal spirit doing nothing but eye,
The final actions of the left,
The final sentence to the deft,
Who did this, so inhumane to her,
Which must be called all but an err,
Of the boy,
Who slipped by,
Amidst all voices,
Contrary,
To each other's views of the sin,
For the accused was just seventeen.
Incapable of seeing what's right what's wrong,
But mature enough to bring the ringing dong,
Of a girl's life to a standstill,
And now her spirit ill,
To see another girl,
Another father's pearl,
Being stained by the rust,
Prey to another seventeen's lust,
And we shall be a bit kind,
For he is a juvenile, we shall find,
Beware of the current rage,
Away shall we edge,
From the screams of our sister next door,
For we know it's another juvenile's roar,
Who must be shown leniency,
They can't define the advocacy,
Of what's right what's wrong,
But to punish the adult, we long,
And we shall say to the generations to come,
A criminal juvenile,
Isn't vile.

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