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I got a story 'bout a boy from the hood
Stayed out of trouble tried as hard as he could
Initiated when he was 12 years old  
They gave him a bandana and he did what he was told

Within a couple years
He held a gun inside his hand
He said momma I'm in trouble
I just can't escape these men

A real soldier is an honest man
With reasons why he fights
But in the ghetto soldiers start as boys
Who showed these boys what's right?

The law said eye for eye 
They want to punish sin with sin
So they gave him to a Deathseeker
Much more bloodthirsty then him

He was shown as less then human 
When the jury traced his steps
A lawyer driven by an angry state
Came out to call for death

No open visits he's an animal now
His mother prays daily just to hold him somehow

Feels like like hes dreaming but he knows that he's not
He sees a needle on the hand of the clock

He said I don't have blood to match
The blood that has been spilled
I only lose two eyes 
And twenty teeth when I am killed

Oh Lord, don't let them have me
You are the judge of every man
The shadow of death approaches
And my life is in your hands


A peaceful sleep came upon him

In his final death row moments, 
he dreamt a final dream
He was the judge inside a courtroom
With a prosecuting team

He looked down at a gavel 
Glowing red in his right hand 
Inside it was the rage 
Of many executed men

Of course not all died innocent
Not all had died forgiven 
But in this dream where he was judge
He judged that all should still be living

Awaiting sentence was the Deathseeker 
He stood betwixt the chains of hell
And there were people beating on him
To death! To death! To death, they yelled!

The death row inmate raised his gavel
And all the angry faces turned 
They expected him to call out death 
But this is what they heard 

It's true that oh so many died
So this lawyer here could win
But just because he did not feel for me
Should l not feel for him?

Deathseeker, you sought my death
But I'll not seek the same
You and I were once alike
Do you see how much I've changed?

A prosecuting attorney wakes from a fitful sleep...

Deathseeker woke up sweating
From that same disturbing dream
And when he ran to check the time and date
He saw it and he screamed 

A phantom pain ran through his arm
As he dialled up the state
He's innocent! He's innocent!
I made a big mistake!

Tell the governer! Ring the warden!
We must review this case again!

Uh...sir...I don't know how to say this
But it's 12:03 am...

By Kyle Ezra Kriticos
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