Welcome to my world, summond the voice of the
doomed. Chanted the voice: This is the only hell
you will ever know.
You are just a number now, not a man no more,
snickered the voice. As you sleep the reeper
will creep, whispered the voice.
No more fears, or you are weak, leave those
feelings at the door, wailed the voice. Here you
come in young, here you will die, laughed the
voice. In this world of hell a soft heart will turn
to stone claimed the voice.
When you stepped into my world you became
hell-bound, the voice did quietly smirk.
Bill Kuenzel
Reason for writing:
An innocent man on Death Row
Birth sign: Not entered
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