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The Last Supper of Victor Feguer

Father, forgive me for I have sinned I have murdered a man or so it seemed Why I did it, no one has to know The truth shall haunt me in hell where I go Father, give me my last rites Death has been on countdown the past ten nights Come dawn, when darkness kisses the light To the gallows I'll go without a fight Before I depart, one last meal, you say? A single black olive with its stone if I may And in my grave, bury it along with me May it blossom into a lovely tree Let this tree be a symbol of my peace To make these inhumane actions cease Don't mourn, don't weep; I have forgiven thee But pray no one follows after me
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Written by
lamar-a-moorclark
Published
Sep 4, 2012
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Victor Feguer would be the last person to be executed in the state of Iowa. 2 years after his death, Iowa abolished capital punishment for all crimes in 1965. As of 2012, Iowa is one of 17 U.S. states to have completely abolished capital punishment under any circumstances.

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