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[–] Deplorablepoetry 0 points 6 points (+6|-0) ago  (edited ago)

I’m waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime

Reflecting on my past crimes and im’ running out of time

At five o’clock they take me to the gallows pole

The sands of time for me are running looooow

As the guards led me out through the courtyard

Somebody yelled “burn in Hell” I shout to God he spits back in my face

Just please remember my sad story,

I wrote a book about how I’m not sorry

For any crimes for I’m above the law!

And now my mouth is finally muzzled

My neck is snapped

Final piece of the puzzle

I really belong in Hell

Anyway