Gun in hand,
I feel the power coursing through my veins.
One click.
Bang.
The sirens wail,
sending me pumping my feet.
The roar of cops,
Put your hands up!
I run.
Days later,
I'm in court.
*For the charge of first-degree ****** what do you declare?*
Guilty, Your Honor
*Abstract Colleague, you are hereby sentenced to death for first degree ******
Bang the gavel goes
Just like how I killed that man.
Can I be forgiven?
as I think as they strap me in the chair.
no
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
Gun in hand,
I feel the power coursing through my veins.
One click.
Bang.
The sirens wail,
sending me pumping my feet.
The roar of cops,
Put your hands up!
I run.
Days later,
I'm in court.
*For the charge of first-degree ****** what do you declare?*
Guilty, Your Honor
*Abstract Colleague, you are hereby sentenced to death for first degree ******
Bang the gavel goes
Just like how I killed that man.
Can I be forgiven?
as I think as they strap me in the chair.
no
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Never commit crimes. You will get caught and punished. Kudos to Kaisinsky for giving me the electric chair idea. (I know first-degree ****** isn't a death sentence, but eh)
