Revenge From Beyond the Grave
What happened to me was unjust and unfair.
I was framed for murder and I got the chair.
But I was able to return from the grave.
I had my revenge and it was depraved.
I've never been a forgiving person, I always hold a grudge.
First I killed the District Attorney and then I killed the judge.
Then I killed the people who found me guilty.
I slaughtered all twelve members of the jury.
Next, I went after the guilty party.
He became sorry that he framed me.
And finally, I killed the two Police Officers who brought me in.
Those seventeen people won't condemn an innocent man again.
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