Go on, take a bite of humble pie,
after all you are about to die.
Admit to me all that you've done,
to innocents in the name of fun.
Your cuffed to that chair,
your not going anywhere.
you twisted abominaton,
Look at me ! im not your halusination !
i'll only be happy when your rotting in a cell,
or even hanged, only time will tell.
The world needs to be rid of people like you,
to make way for good people, or at least someone new.
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