Death Is Nothing: the True Story of Nat Turner - Part 3 (Finale)

We started going house to house and freeing all the slaves, then killing all the white folks left with hatchets, knives and chains, we only used blunt objects to conceal our wave of smoke, I'll surely be the father to the mom of all revolts. I speak of 'we' because by now we numbered 7-0, and had the whiteness falling to the ground like heaven's snow, we went through 55 caucasians and their pretty wives, we also killed the kids but there were some who didn't die. The poor white families were spared, we left them all intact, they didn't think no better of themselves than they did blacks, the point of this to whites was our reality in chains, reality depicting the brutality of slaves. We only got 2 days before revolting was suppressed, by white mobs and militias causing 56 black deaths, along with others killed and beaten numbered many more, I think it was 200 but I really can't be sure. I ran eluding capture for another couple months, the white folks swore that I would pay for all these sick'ning stunts, until the day October twenty 1831, they found me in this ditch I'm hiding in, I guess I'm done. They tried me and they found me guilty, sentenced me to death, this happened on November 5th, there wasn't much time left, was hung on the 11th and for days that's how I stayed, until they cut my head off and my body chopped and flayed. I look around at blacks folks in this modern day and age, and there may be some freedom but y'all still are truly slaves, for me though death is nothing seeing those get killed for drugs, remember me Nat Turner for the man I really was.