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A man is on death penalty for killing a young girl and is rethinking his actions.

Dying is a gift they say
I deserve the worst
They say it takes the bad away
But I'm about to burst

They say I am the devil
That I should go to hell
But they can't see who I am inside
Is it that hard to tell?
Sitting on death row is such a drag
When you know that this is the end
That your fate is in the bag
And that you'll die without one friend

If I had known much sooner
What I know today
Then I wouldn't end up a goner
Perhaps that poor girl wouldn't have to play
In heaven's fields
But on the solid ground

And I could redeem myself
Then be able to say,
"That everyone has a second chance to do right the next day,"

I know that wouldn't happen
It's too good to be true
I hope that girl found peace
Because if she did
Perhaps I can too

The End

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