The jury sentanced me to hang
And now here in my cell
I wait out my remaining days
In solitude and hell.
They think I killed another man
Without remorse or thought
And even though I'm criminal
The killer's still uncaught.
Why shouldn't I feel bitterly?
The jury was a crime
They should be the ones condemed
To end their life and time.
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.
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