Whenever it is that my time comes,
And judgement then awaits.
Judge not the wicked sinful heart.
Instead the righteous soul.
My life has been a long turmoil.
I lived a life of sin.
My mother called me Jezebelle,
For all my worldly ways.
Twas taught to me by satan's spawn.
The man I new as Dad.
The things he did were very wrong,
He took me for his own.
When I grew up I left this man,
To seek a life anew.
All I found were more like him,
To tear my world apart.
Now I sit behind these bars.
My life is close to done.
One more hour is all I have,
Until they throw the switch.
I guess I should have stayed at home,
And not killed all those men.
But I did not and now must pay.
The highest price of all.
My sinful life must now be lost.
For all the wrong I've done.
So judge me not for killing men,
Although they number twelve.
And pray forgiveness for my soul,
So I won't sleep in hell.
2007-09-14
06:56:14
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