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Sep 2014
what lerks behind
these prison walls
where death
pace up and down
the halls
deep inside
the prison cells
are pitch black souls
that scream and yell
extend their hands
that grib and pull
these cold iron bars
the faceless souls
inside death row
tells who we are
Written by
Stu Harley
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