The Convict Part 2

The prepared necklace of doom, damnation and death Hung around me; ready to swing me quivering to a painful sleep - With a priest beside me, my sins were as it were from birth; Few transgressions I admitted but just one I've decided to keep The priest's holy water made my soul to steep - but was mild As he moves aside and signaled for my condemnation My heart ponders to my dream of playing with my grandchild Telling tales of my ancestor's taboos, trials and tribulations... Alas i was unmasked and my assassins took off my trinket of crime And was garbed in the reality of that which i once dreaded - fear. It was a sign that the light had lost its sparkling flare this time I wondered, as the stench scent of death oozes near A chair was there under my feet, and beneath, a hole below Me, I fixed my sullen gaze on my happy killer as he positioned Himself; his face, the last I'd see as today ends my tomorrow Its a pity his crime was the one i failed to mention