...present hours (trying to convince the jury im a changed man after 10 years in a state penatentuary)...

am i just another indivisual too pitafull for regognition?
does it really take an arm n leg to collect subjetced permission?
just a civil right away from a well fair check, jesus please condemn me.
words can say im prepped for any obstacle, but thats mere pretending.
i sit in this office daily, as if i were the period in its very sentence.
a menace to the priniciple, they call me the adrenalin's apprentice.
american law is like a rape to society, may be like enforced physicals.
might wave your rights off the tenth story, as if this motions pivital.
who knows why hate crime is twisted into a simple miscalculation.
and who gives convicts the free decision on which house to rape in?
sounds much like satan, i anticipate the ending of the war on terrorism.
talk about the gross of population, when all it does is puts hair in prison.
i commit these words as odors in your mind that will reinact the hype.
and further to change your world, or at least impact a life.

...one year before (marraige propasal ends in 4 deaths)...

what a simple seven days, cannot disturb my inner peace.
well devoured week of buisiness, a successful dinner meat.
how much more perfection, must i be filled with on this evening?
besides that secret question, words let my palm give meaning.
"this ring i carry, holds endless love like as abstract gallery...
...not to mention the void to fill, after spending 2 years salary."
dont say yes unless your sure, and dont say no until the pulic perish.
a honney moon without a flaw, in a place like douglas, paris.
thoughts of pampered gettaways, truely free of soon return.
somewhat studied partnership, to share the bewedded deeds we learn.
its tragic how all your hopes and dreams can end within a minute.
3 fired shots aimed my way, yet unmarked of blood i seemed to live it.
for you were not so fortunate, "God my sins are mine to seal...
...why must she die for my selfish actions?" it was just a minor deal.
self delima and excuse to kill, this weapon is only justifying pain.
3 fired shots and 3 men with guns, i began multiplying aim.

...present hours (my final plea to end my sentence)...

i dont hand you these words, to free my wrists of cuffs.
you say that a gun fired, will end a life, when the grips enough.
on that day i held it, it was more of redemption than a murder.
for my love died that night, and therfore hate lived further.
my options dont leave me to kill another, yet to grieve.
and with the civil right i served my time, and am blessed to leave.
that cell had rotted away the core and motor of my anguish.
id tell you im changed a thousand times of truth in a differnent langauge.
for you to trust a killer, would be to throw away a life.
but to trust a passion, would reunite a loving husband with his wife.
i refuse to tell a story of make believe events.
yes ive killed three men, but ive also reborn three since.
and im not here to state what was mistaken or should be left behind.
but like my new found glory i plan to change lives, to help free minds.


(and i was granted the release on sept. 7th 2002, thank god)

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