-Electric Chair-

It's 11:25, I'm only minutes away...
"Does the inmate have words in his last minute to say"...
A priest for penance my way, leather straps to arms and chest...
Water drenched electrodes send my heart into cold arrest...
2,000 volts the protocol put my heart and soul to rest...
With the hood drawn and good gone, regrets start to coalesce...


-Lethal Injection-

I requested a final meal, mashed 'tators and chicken wings...
Before the anesthesia is given, intravenously...
A dozen witnesses convene as Chaplain's crucifixion gleams...
"Son, God can forgive you despite all these wicked things"...
The toxic dose administered, K-Cl to stave my violence...
A loud statement through obeisance while the room displayed silence...


-Gas Chamber-

My remains remain active, the gas chamber air restricted...
With one flick the cyanide renders my lung-pair constricted...
My eyes dangle from the pain, and if life ain't fair, what is it?...
It's the horror of this stranglin', just watch how pale my skin gets...
A victim at hell's gate, half an hour until I'm finished...
Then, orderlies corner me once the poisoned air's diminished...


-Finally, Reality-

My shame's so real to me, my days surreal to me...
But, I can't 'crop' a life plagued with infertility...
Wasted in futility, my back up against the ring...
Just wonderin' if I can get back up and commence to swing...
Duckin' blunders, I got no back up to prevent a scheme...
To put my back up on the mat, I rack up sense and self-esteem...
And now I sit in disbelief, I'm sick of watchin' the clock...
My own life is passin' by, and I'm stoppin' to watch...
Like mockin' the cops, on 'beat' when I'm marchin' to heart...
Or watchin' it stop, and then I get to rot in a box...

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