I Had To Kill Again

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM. IN REAL LIFE, PEOPLE SHOULD NEVER COMMIT MURDER.

I killed my wife's only brother but she doesn't know that I'm the one who did it.

A blackmailer was about to ruin my life and that was something I couldn't permit.

That man had proof that I took her brother's life.

If he had exposed me, I would have lost my wife.

The blackmailer demanded one million dollars to give me the evidence.

I couldn't come up with that kind of money and things became intense.

I love my wife more than life itself but everything was about to come undone.

I took the evidence and burned it after I shot the blackmailer with a stolen gun.

When I went to my deceased brother-in-law's funeral, I saw my wife, that's how I met her.

Her brother's death caused her great emotional problems but I was able to make her feel better.

I killed her brother because he was smarter than me and he loved to brag about it.

He rubbed it in my face and I killed him because he kept bragging and wouldn't quit.

The guilt has consumed me ever since I killed her brother in 2013 during the Summer.

But at least she doesn't know about my guilt, I've been able to keep the truth from her.

But I had to kill again, I've committed murder twice.

I'm in trouble with God and one day I'll pay the price.

I will lose my wife if the police find proof of my horrible crimes and I go to jail.

One day I'll lose my wife for eternity when she goes to Heaven and I go to Hell.