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Twenty Four Hours From Now

My final curtain call has come, 
The stage beckons one last bow. 
I’ll die in that electric chair, 
Twenty four hours from now. 

So many thoughts pour through my mind, 
Of Hell and eternity. 
Can one so lost as I be saved 
And avoid that destiny? 

I can’t forget my mother’s face, 
The day I was arrested
For killing that abusive cop, 
an act the law detested.

The cop and I had history,
Dating back to my teen years.
And my mother never noticed,
The nights I came home in tears. 

Abuse began when I was twelve, 
with a shoplifting arrest. 
The cop would make a choice that day, 
what it was, few could have guessed. 

I was cuffed and placed in his car, 
Then driven out to the cape. 
The next day, I reported him, 
and accused the cop of rape. 

But they just laughed and sent me home, 
I had nowhere left to turn. 
That utter sense of helplessness 
Was a hard lesson to learn. 

He’d pick me up from time to time, 
Bogus charges were the theme, 
Then drive me back out to the cape, 
Where no one could hear me scream!

Obsession fill the next ten years, 
The injustice would not cease. 
How can a man protect himself 
When abused by the police? 

One night he took me to the cape, 
Thinking I was easy prey. 
That was the last thing he would do 
Before his life slipped away. 

He didn’t know I’d gotten free, 
And he never saw the knife. 
When he pulled me out of the car, 
That was when I took his life. 

I stabbed and stabbed and stabbed again, 
As he bled out, in the mud. 
I was captured an hour later, 
Still soaked in my victim’s blood.

They said I stabbed him sixty times;
I lost track after he fell.
 I hope I’ll get to stab him more
If we both end up in hell.

I await my execution, 
As I try hard to forget, 
How I enjoyed killing that cop, 
Something I still don’t regret. 

For what I put my mother through, 
My heart is filled with sorrow. 
And yet, her darkest day will come 
At setting sun tomorrow. 

For that is when I’ll know at last,
What the Lord intends for me.
It won’t be long until I learn
Where I’ll spend eternity.
 
Is my immortal soul the kind
That God’s Kingdom would allow? 
I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough, 
Twenty four hours from now.

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