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Created on: April 08, 2011
[Innocence Condemned]
12:00 o clock is the start but the way it will end,
my sorrowful condolences for the innocent condemned,
As time passes the priest, guard, and doctor are ready yet full of fear
"welcome sir, please sit in the chair"
"This will not leave the room,
I'm sorry good luck please bring it to your tomb"
As the man shackled in chains is wrapped around the head of the bed,
A guard yells out, " Tie his feet and hands and now sponge his head",
Time is moving quickly the leather is starting to stick
The room is on fire like a freshly lit wick,
The others watch angrily yet they still stare,
Another yells out " die like a man" and another says "if you want shed tears",
"Before you leave to fly eternally with the doves or black birds,
Do you have any last words?"
"We've given the inspection
they said no to the injection"
hope for no resurrection
time is in suspension
"Forgive him of his sin
My God just take him,
The lawyer runs in the room sweating his ass off
His tight blue suit thrust him into a chronic cough,
The man sentenced to death turns his head
sweaty, steaming, and looking fully fed
Slow in time there was a mistake
for his innocence was now soiled for God Sake!
The lawyer jerks out spilling his mind
forgetting about his career and hind
For there was a change, a change in events
I'm Sorry to say but the man sentenced to death was innocent.
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