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My life in this prison has seen too many ends, Watching men come and go in the electric chair. Though most of them were strangers and a few became friends, I’ve often wondered whether or not their deaths were fair. Although I’ve never been on death row, myself, I’ve always wrestled with whether it’s right or wrong. I continually put my heart on a shelf, Wondering on which side of the fence I belong. People should be punished for the crimes they commit, But to what degree do, we as humans, have the right. I don’t have the answer; I’m the first to admit, But it just seems wrong to kill someone out of spite. I’ll continue to do my job, though not for long. I can’t be the last one on Earth that these men see. I’ll let God decide if Heaven is where they belong. Killing is the lowest form of humanity.