I. Am A policeman.
The right hand of the law.
God of Justice.
The road is my kingdom of heaven.
Rule as I please.
Those who do not adapt will be punished.
Anyone who resists ends up in jail.
My philosophy of life.
Nobody stands in my way.

Another day, new scum.
Got assigned a case yesterday.
They found the body of a girl in a dirty area.
Pretty creature.
Too good to die.
But dead.
Waste.
One of those drug addicts.
Lifeless eyes, bleeding to death on the floor, the face completely open.
Naked and cold.
Carried them out, didn't smell good.

The floor was covered in blood.
That doesn't scare me off.
I don't know any other way.

Am a cop.
One of the tough guys.

Got her boyfriend.
Lousy scraps,
disgusting drinker.
Polluters of my streets.
I despise these useless subjects.
Do not tolerate them in my region.

Denied everything, the bastard.Said she ran to him
was already so battered when he took her in.
Was drugged, the pretty thing.
I just wanted to help her.

I do not believe him.

I have something like that in front of my eyes every day.
All wolves in sheep's clothing.
No existence, always looking for trouble.
Mark the lousy macho
and start to whimper under pressure.
Pathetic.
I would love to buff his face.

Still deny it
says
was his great love
couldn't have done anything to her.
And his marks on her body
they ended up there by mistake.
I just wanted to help
she was drugged, the helpless creature.

Of course it was believable, this useless drinker.
Is not condemned, the state does not let him atone.
Much too emotional, the tour.
So it couldn't have been.
But he will not escape my hand of righteousness.
Punishment is needed.
Fix him, that bastard.I do not believe him.

Am a cop
sent by God to judge.
My street.
My laws.
My rules.
Those who don't stick to it get what they deserve.

Now is the time to plead.
Make him pay.
Do you feel the angels pain
you broke your wings
All scum.
Inferior subjects.

Closing time.
The king returns to his castle.
Look in the mirror.
Who is this person?
Weak soul.
Lonely, frail.
I look so much like him
my father.
I inherited everything from him.
Even the gift of judging.
His fists have become mine.
Use them like he did on my mother.
And me.
I am pathetic.
Worthless.
I am like him.

Depressing findings at the end of a long day.
My father.
I will visit him.

Or let him visit.
From a man with a heavy gun
who will show the old gentleman the way.

Hate the nights.
Hate my life.

A new order.
Must not show any weakness.Am a cop.
The ruler of the street.
Am the army
am the judge.

Protector of the wicked.
Prostitutes, little drug addicts.
My city is full of them.
Do not know what they are doing.
Are too young.
Will see their punishment yet.

Sometime.

Cleanse the world of rubbish.
Throw the dirt out of my town.

Am a cop.
Stand above all of you.
Don't tolerate lies or excuses.
Always right.
Merciless
hardened,
I am God.....

God-like angel with broken wings.

I think about my mother a lot.
She was a beautiful woman.
Had pale skin and dark, long hair.
I liked her smell in the morning
that mingled with the smell of sweet pancakes,
when she was in the kitchen making breakfast.

He didn't deserve it.
She was too good for him.
Too lovely.
She was the nicest person
that I met in my life.
Too nice.
That was her undoing.

The worst were the nightsin which they quarreled.
Loud throat.
Then he would beat her when she struggled.
Even if only through words.
He taught her
what righteousness is.

Now I have taken over his gift.

Memories like soap bubbles.
But sometimes they don't burst that quickly.

I see myself as a little boy
sitting behind the door of my nursery.
Listening.
Fearful.
I hear mother crying.
Hear him scream.

Hear him say to her:
You know what happens when you defy me.
Mother knows
I know it too.

And that's exactly what scares me so terribly.
Each night.

And if she asked
when she pleaded
then he hit her
until she was silent.
And then I only heard her whimper softly
when he opened the door to my room.

Stepped in.
Approached my bed.
Fearful children's eyes,
surrounded by colorful toys at night.
Nightmarish pictures
that haunt me to sleep to this day.
Prevent me from doing my job.Must not show any weakness.
Must be strong.
Must be able to forget.

But it's so hard.

Shattered childhood dreams.

And the desire for rest.
The desire to be able to laugh undisturbed for once.
Not to be beaten anymore.

I'm too hateful
too scared.

My mother's face in the mirror.
So young
So full of sorrow.
I would like to help her
dry her tears
and forget together with her.

See his face next to hers.
How he bends
how he strikes.

Shattered children's dreams.
Unfulfilled longings.
I'm afraid.
So terrible fear.
Why do you hurt me so much?

Why?

My hands shake when I make up my mind.
Go to the phone and dial a number.
I have often chosen to sleep for him,
don't even have to concentrate.
My fingers slide over the buttons on the phone.
I feel free, I feel light

A voice answers at the other end.
The voice of the man who is going to pay father a visit.At my request.

Finally being able to forget.

I am a cop.
Care for justice.
Remove the rubbish from my city.
I am strong, I was born to rule.
To judge.

Give the address.
The man on the other end says
Three days.
In three days.
Transfer the money.

He will never hurt me again.