If you have not read part one or two this won't make sense.
He switched at that very moment
To pretending he really cared.
An evil plans quick development
would leave you shaking scared.
Hoping his son was prepared
To let his torn family be repaired
His and Beths address was willingly shared.
He waited for the date that changed his fate.
To visit his shattered families new home.
By the nights end battered Beth was alone.
A baited father did great to cooperate.
A hope to alleviate Steves hate and cultivate
A second chance for love to emanate
From a broken heart set straight.
Beth opened up when he rang the bell.
A reunion that fulfilled all her past wishes.
Greeted with nothing but hugs and kisses.
"Go to your room" Steve started to yell.
Within three minutes home turned to hell.
Way too far gone with horrifying rage.
He forgot all about his years of perfect practice.
He knew it was to the grave not a cage.
Made a bigger mess than a knife tipped cactus.
The priests question rings loudly again.
"What would your family say?"
That brought him to his saddest day.
The only time beth visited the pen.
She told him her love could not renew.
"I don't wanna believe it's true."
"Steve how could you?"
"A second chance was long due."
"I never thought I could hate you."
He tells the priest there would be silence.
His sister would never be able to sympathize
With a man who couldn't try to empathize.
Like pinocchio he showed his conscience defiance.
Right before Steve was told he had to leave.
The priest opened the bible to John 3:16.
Accept Jesus for a shoulder to lean.
When you die only God has the love to grieve.
For Steve something unseen is hard to believe.
About to die for societies protection.
Being led shackled ready for injection
His fears are tackled through deep introspection.
Hates infection battled his minds complexion.
The Fire still crackled from lack of affection.
Walking down the hall angrier than ever.
He was at fault for his fall like a feather.
Floating until a wall becomes more clever.
Trying to stand tall while moments last forever.
It's like steves brain knows death is imminent.
A second remains a dragging infinite equivalent.
Time is lost in clanking chains of imprisonment.
A composure he maintains is almost militant.
He is led to his death chamber in sounds absence.
A fear fed every breath as feelings grew intense.
He never bred experience from this world so immense.
Heavy was dread waiting for death to commence.