How have I come to this point in my journey,
On death row laying here upon the gurney,
Reprimanded for my crimes and lies,
On this gurney is where I lay still and die,
Stillness and peace will wash over me,
Creating my release setting me free,
Offering my soul to sink to hell happily,
Propaganda in the papers my horoscope,
Equalled and told me of the day I die I choke.
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