Walking AloneGallows stark against the western sky,
Built for the purpose of a man to die.
This is the one place a man must walk alone,
Sentenced to die for crimes society can't condone.
Charges committed against the state,
No hope left he calmly accepts his fate.
In position, standing over the trap,
At the end of a rope his neck will snap.
He has lived his life hard and fast,
Never accepted, always an outcast.
At an early age he turned to crime,
Robbing banks, his most favorite past time.
For the love of easy money, now he will die,
Living will be over in the blink of an eye.
Life slipping away, he's starting to fade,
His debt to society, has finally been paid.
Poetry by Queen
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Written on 2005-08-13 at 04:45
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