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I am waiting
In this cell
Thinking of killings
I was supposed to have done
See them buld that wooden frame
As i wait to die
Morbid thoughts ang round my neck
Sentenced to the gallows
See them coming
To take me
I climb the staircase
Into Hell
Visions of the past
Sweep my brain
As the lever is pulled
I love the pain
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