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Death Row
So I killed that family,
what does it matter?
Cut all their throats,
Damn the blood splattered.
The 8 year old girl
screamed at the knife.
It meant nothing to me
to take her life.
Her mom and dad
what can be said
I cut their throats
and they both were dead.
I had to hurry
it was getting late.
A girl 12 years old,
I was gonna rape.
With a hand on her mouth,
I turned her over
Entering her body,
I was her first ever
Looking face to face
with tears in her eyes
I stuck the knife in
until she died.
Well,I got caught.
I'm here on death row
living day to day,
just waiting to go.
I have fought my death
with every law and its tool
Killing me will be
Wrong and cruel
What I did to that family
on that long winter night.
To me wasnt wrong,
To me it was a delight.
But for the state to kill me
To stop my lifes blood
Is punishment thats cruel and unusual
For the little crime I done
The writer of this poem
feels it would be right.
To take this man out,
and cut his throat with a knife.
The oppnents of state exacutions should
remember the victims and the cruel and unusual
punshment they endured.Pray for the victims,NOT the CONVICT.
