I Robbed a Liquor Stoe

(This is a fictional poem) I was broke and it wasn't easy being poor. I loaded my gun and decided to rob a liquor store. The owner went for his gun so I shot him in the head. I took the money and left him on the floor dead. A few hours later I was arrested and put in jail. I'm about to be executed, I hope the priest can prevent me from going to Hell. I just ate my last meal and I'm really scared. I did something that was stupid and now I'm going to die in the electric chair.