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Jan 2014
a prisoner was waiting as time was going slow
thinking of his fate locked up on death row
thinking of his past and how it used to be
when he was on the outside living life so free
till there was a tragedy and someone they were killed
a day that went so wrong and someones blood was spilled
locked with regret and sorrow in his  heart
soon it would be time from life he would depart
counting down the seconds to his final  day
and to his final destiny to take his life away
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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