“A Mile”

"He walked, it seemed forever
One foot in front of the other
Thoughts of his past
This walk going by too fast
The noise of his chains following behind him
His future looking extremely dim
Saying his prayers and pleading to God
Knowing its his time, its finally dawn
Begging and praying, he made his mistakes
Killing that man exposing his fait
Turning the corner he saw his future
That wooden chair, resembling a butcher
He sat down instantly cold
Knowing he was no longer in control
His mind drawing a blank
Knowing that he was no saint
That wet sponge placed on top of his head
Before he knew it he was finally dead"

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