Enforcers of Justice

Skulking in the backstreets,
You and I with my knife.
"No such thing as
Innocence,"
You say.
"No such thing as
Un-deserving."
And so it doesn't matter that
They whimper and
Cry beneath the moonlight.
"Something,"
You said,
"That they've done,
Means that they deserve this.
In a past life,"
You add,
"Perhaps."

"They should,"
You scorn,
"Have been prepared
For danger,
For combat.
And did they really think they'd be
So lucky as to avoid
Us tonight of all nights?"
You're right of course.

"It's not enough
To beg and plead for mercy and
Forgiveness for their crimes.
We do not choose the punishment,
Just inforce it.
Afterall,
It was fate that brought them to
Our doorstep this night."

At the outskirts of the city we wait.
Enforcers of Justice we are.
"We will,"
She tells them,
"Clear your name,
And send you straight to Heaven,
Before once again you
Commit a crime."
Despairing protestors appeal
To us to save their life.
We cleanse them still.

"Beyond help,
They would sob at the pearly gates
Without us."
You tell me.
You're right.
We saved them.
We are the Enforcers of Justice,
And we can save
Your soul.