The Jury (old notebooks)

The jury sentanced me to hang

And now here in my cell

I wait out my remaining days

In solitude and hell.

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They think I killed another man

Without remorse or thought

And even though I'm criminal

The killer's still uncaught.

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Why shouldn't I feel bitterly?

The jury was a crime

They should be the ones condemed

To end their life and time.

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When I'm dead I hope I haunt

Their every waking hour

May all their dreams end in doubt

And all their plans go sour.