Last Rights

"I am not sorry for the things that I have done. I do not regret my gray hours here. My thoughts drift to the freedom of my youth. My understanding transcends the walls of the conscious. This gathering is appalling and insults my memory. Your looks cannot hurt me; you cannot regain what's lost. The darkness of this room is contradictory to it's purpose. The preacher present mocks me; he's paid by the hour. Do not cover my head; I wish to see. Do with my body whatever you wish. Deliver my letters to a local sunday school. Tell my peers farewell; tell them it was quick. Now if you'll be so kind as to flip the switch." He shook and returned his last meal. The observers depart justified.