| Thoughts on Facing the Executioner
by: Karl Stewart |
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Walking into the room Not a word says he With hood on his head Can he actually see He moves real slow With deliberate intent His energy conserved His time well spent While waiting his action I think my last thoughts I wish I'd done better I should not have been caught I'm innocent i swear I did not do it He's heard that before He still just keeps to it He knots the rope It fits round my neck I'll go for a swing Why not what the heck This moment's repeating He's tying the knot He's slipping it over He did that I thought The trap door feels solid I hope it stays shut I hope it malfunctions I hope i stay put In all of my years I thought me so wise I never thought this would be my demise To swing from a rope and hang till I'm dead please give me a gun I'll aim at my head I'll go any way I'll go with great speed don't end it like this Please please there's no need I hate that damn rope as it slips o'er my head time keeps repeating So why aren't I dead It takes way too long they want me to speak I don't have any words I can't even squeak My courage has left me I face all my fears My knees they buckle My eyes full of tears But show me no mercy this deed you must do Give me the rope and lets see this thing through Now hanging for crimes Not committed by me The torture has ended At last I am free. |
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