Analytical Punishment

You're slow to grasp it

To comprehend it

To accept it

But there is no denying it

You killed someone

Their death wasn't quick 

No, no! 

Their death was slow,

Painful, antagonizing,

And especially agonizing

And you're responsible

You should be held

Accountable for your

Actions and be tried 

For the crimes you

Have committed 

But one thing

Is definitely for

Certain.  No matter

The case you will

Not be acquitted 

No, no! You will

Face a fate worse 

Than death for your 

Crimes and will 

Pay dearly

You shall not

Pay with your life 

No, no! That would

Be far too simple

And kind 

You deserve a 

Painful, spiteful,

Diabolical, 

Otherwise apprehensible

Analytical Punishment

When you are brought 

Down to your knees 

You will be commanded to 

Tell what it is

That you believe in

Because whatever god 

You pray to better come

For you now, for your fate

Shall be painful 

And will be prolonged

For as long as you live

You forget the things

That filled your victims with 

Pain and you will forever

Feel regret

For your punishment 

Shall last all of your days

For the child that you killed

You'll suffer in many,

Many ways

Your memory will

Be wiped, your record

Immortalized, and your

Crimes shall forever

Be rectified 

In the flames of hell

On Earth, the rage

Of the people you

Affected has been

Unearthed

Your fate is decided

You shall live out your days

Reliving a singular 

Drawn out day thinking

The world is gone

Thinking the world has ended

For within this 

You will live the lie of a world

Taken by an apocalypse

You'll be the joke of mankind 

You'll be laughed at

Ridiculed, tortured, tricked

Any onlookers will hiss and spit

You'll be forced to repeat 

The same day and never quit 

For your crimes of murder

You shall be forced to repeat

The same day and pain

Death would have tasted so sweet

To someone like you

Someone who doesn't value life

Enough to care for a little girl

You murdered as a dare 

Because your husband wouldn't compliment your new hair 

Styled is your punishment 

So intriguing to many they want

To stay awhile some will choose

To vacation and stay close enough

To help repeat the same day

You will not feel so tough

By the time you have reached

The last day 

You will live on this earth you 

Will beg and plead in dismay

For the mercy of release 

For the pain to cease 

To let your body fall and decease 

Your corpse shall be a warning

To those without remorse

For psychopaths like you

Should change their course

Less another of you stands

As a painful monument to our 

Nation's favorite past time 

Analytical Punishment