Oh, place of heartaches,
       anguish and tears,
Place of lost hopes,
       and many fears.
Oh, graveyard of many
       and curses of not a few,
with burning desire,
       my hates upon you.

Oh, fortress of frustration,
      and bastions of chagrin,
by will and by wrath,
      I challenge your sins.
Loss of your power,
     over lives and souls,
will sweeten the breath
     that leaves your foul codes.

You foundation were laid
     by illiterates now gone,
your fires kept burning
     by the devils spawn.
Your power are based.
     on suppression and threats,
but your weakness is greed,
     with lives held as debts.

The day is now dawning
     in which history will chime
your sentence to death
    for your endless crimes.
The long road to victory,
    and the vengeance that’s found,
will be heralded by voices
    of souls you have ground.

I’ll savor that vengeance,
     Polunsky Unit, bastille,
your death throes, by me,
    now man, with his knowledge,
is free to embrace
    sanity and wisdom at a moralistic pace… 

By
Richard L. Tabler #999523
Texas Death Row
July 26th, 2007

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