This is the story of a hired Hit Man named Charles Vixion.

Secluded In Darkness, By MySelf In This Lonely Cell
Where Suicide Don't Matter, Out Of A Steel To A Firey Hell
Whispers Turn To Moans, Soon Moans Turn To Painful Yells
No Visitors Makes My Anger And Agony Swell..Oh Well
I Hear Drops Of Blood Hitting The Floor,Living's My Only Chore
All The Things I Adore Cease To Exist Anymore
I Shouldnt Have Done The Evil And Gothic Crimes That I Did
My Most Crucial Mistake Is Leaving That Damn Snitching Witness
I Had The Gun In My Hand I should Have Squeezed On The Child
But He Wasnt Apart Of My Plan And Kill An Innocent Kid..How?
So I Risked It..Thinking The Boy Keep Silent...But It Came Around
Now Because Of Him I'm Trapped With Heathens All Locked Down
Grown Men Being Beated And Forced To Turn Into Women
Their Abusers Dont See The Simple Fact That They're Sinning
Cries And Prayers Directed Towards God Before A Man Die
It Seems Odd All this Faith From A Believer And Still No Reply
Sunlight Is Cherished, On The Inside It's Truly A Treasure
Grass, Dirt And Wildlife Is Greatness That Cannot be Measured
Only A Few Make It Out, The Other Percent Dont Survive
Some Cant Even Believe Their Eyes When They Make It Alive
10 Years I Got, When I Get Out, He Should Be About 22
Until Then, I'm Conteplating On Ways I'm Going To Murder This Dude
So I Sit Here In My Cell, Secluded In Darkness And Hoping
That One Day I Can Finally Make It Out Into The Open

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R.I.P. Bodie