Last Laugh

A young man
Cut down in his prime
Rotting in a cell
Doin' time

Started young
From birth some say
Had to have
Things his way

Troubled followed
Wherever he went
Forwards backwards
Hell bent

He came one day
To rue his path
Pray for his soul
Evil had last laugh

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