AN: Again, it's a parody

AN: Again, it's a parody. I don't own anything. And may W. Shakespeare forgive me))))

Sweeney's soliloquy

To kill or not to kill

That is the question.

Whether it is nobler to forget

And just forgive judge Turpin

Or have revenge at last?

But fifteen years passed like a nightmare

Like sleepless dream.

And in that dream I saw

My Lucy die

I ran away.

I'm home.

And learnt from mrs. Lovett

My dream was true.

And my Johanna,

My only daughter, lovely ray of light

Was taken by that scoundrel.

Ah, what a rage I felt!

He'll pay for this! – I cried

And in this noble action

My friends will help me –

Silver barber's razors

Which were these years hidden out of sight

Like me.

But now it is over.

And he will die.

We all deserve to die.

We all.

And one day I'll die too

But not until

I slit his throat

And he pays the price.

Ah, Lucy! You will always be my angel!

Forgive my sins

And maybe when I die

We'll be again together.