No matter how much you change you still have to pay the price for the things you’ve done. 

It’s the year 1875 in the western part of Missouri
Sam farms the land with his wife and children and is extremely happy

He is glad the war is over and his service is done

He now cherishes every minute he can spend with his son 
BOOM! A rifle cracks the silence of the middle of the night 

There is a group of men looking for a fight

Sam’s barn is on fire, his livestock has been slain 

His son screams out in blood curdling pain
Sam screams out in anger and rushes out to save his child

He runs as fast as wolf in the wild 

He sees the men and he runs faster, he must save the day

The world goes black and Sam is awoken tied up laying in the hay
Tears stream down his face, anger swells his vocal cords

He chokes out these few words

“Why lord why!” He then sees the leader grinning 

Holding Sam’s son as he is slowly dying
The leader speaks “I am here to collect on the sins of your past

You know these good times could not last

You may have changed but you cannot erase your evil deeds

You are worse than the excrement of a farmers steeds.”
The leader pulls out a Union army saber and buries the point into Sam’s shoulder

He twists the saber and every time Sam shouts in pain he burst out in laughter

Sam asks, “what crimes do you condemn me for?”

The leader says, “I use this saber to settle an old score.”
Sam passes out from the immense pain

He drifts back into a suppressed memory locked in his brain

The year is 1861 and Sam is on a plantation in Georgia

He just witnessed a union soldier and his slave murder his momma
That day was the first day of Sam the butcher 

He pulled a butcher’s knife from the kitchen and plunges it into the throat of the slave and the soldier 

For the next four years Sam slaughters every black person he sees

He doesn’t kill the soldiers he just chops of their legs right below their knees 
He tells himself he does it for the confederacy 

Fighting for a flag gives his killing some legitimacy 

He kills so many that he has lost count, he kills all including women and children

He always makes sure he kills them first then he kills the watching men
When the war stops he has to stop, he has no more protection 

He has to leave the south because he has such a terrible reputation 

He uses the money he has stolen from all the soldiers to buy his farm

He woos his wife with his unnatural charm
 A sharp pain rushes through Sam’s leg as his leg is separated from his knee

He is back from the comfort of his suppressed memory 

Sam asks if he has killed the leader’s family 

The leader doesn’t answer he just chops off Sam’s other knee
The pain is immense and Sam begs for his own death 

He begs to the leader to make these his last breaths 

The leader just spits on Sam and mounts his horse

The group of men ride away to let Sam’s death take a natural course
Sam lays on the hay crying and bleeding when he hears a sweet sound

It is the voice of his mother, she kneels beside him on the ground

She whispers to Sam, “violence does not solve violence

You needed not kill for me, so consider your pain today as penitence.”
This was the last thought Sam had on this planet

He went out the way he sent so many out of it 

So take this tale as a cautionary notice

Not all crimes are handled by the police

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