We all want to believe
There is more than we can percieve.
Don't be the one deceived
That death is something preconceived.
Our brain is naive
So the afterlife is easy to conceive.
Don't leave sit paralyzed
To your seat like Christopher Reeve.
This story starts with a man named Steve
On death row awaiting reprieve.
He is a young man only twenty three
Lost in the debris of a broken family.
He is a tornado nobody could forsee.
A serial killer caught up in the spree.
He burned memories to a third degree.
Leaving nothing but a reason to grieve.
He never felt guilty for the atrocities.
Asked himself only once about his hobby.
"How could a monster like me remain free?"
With no empathy he tore apart his family
When he murdered the man who sadly
Was his daddy.
That moment he locked up his future
and threw away the key.
Due to a messy crime scene
Evidence linked steve to thirty
Other unsolved murder mysteries.
Sentenced to death with a plea of guilty.
Four years later he is twenty seven.
About to die he thinks about heaven.
With only fumes left in his engine
He is ready for the injection at eleven.
He confesses all his sins on that day.
Never thought he would begin to pray.
Crying to a priest "is there a way?"
"Into heaven not hell if you may?"
This monster started looking human today.
To the priest who didn't always obey
He was just a piece of world decay.
The priest asks " what would your family say?"
Steve flashes back to before the attack.
He remembers his dad, mom and sister.
It hurts him how much he misses her.
The good times are buried so far back.
At ten years old his sister was born.
Shortly after that his family was torn.
His father was a devil without horns.
His mother a dying rose without thorns.
His parents named his little sister Beth.
His father's fierce addiction to crystal meth
Continued after his mother's last cancerous breath.
Steve blamed his father for her untimely death.
After Beths birth his mothers war had begun.
Lost every battle in a war not easily won.
A casualty of her war just after Beth turned one.
Two years later steve starts killing animals for fun.
To be a better father for his new daughter
He applied a constriction to his addiction
While ignoring his sons growing affliction.
To steve people are just cows to slaughter.
At fourteen he was a wild problem child.
Always in trouble he never really smiled.
With shaking hands 911 was slowly dialed.
On a night of relapse his sister was defiled.