The Electric Chair
I sit alone in the room, away from the walls.
Two pairs of footsteps echo .................... the halls.
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The Electric Chair
I sit alone in the room, away from the walls.
Two pairs of footsteps echo .................... the halls.
I have straps on my arms, legs and back
but for the moment they all are slack.
As the footsteps grow near
the room chills from the fear.
The Devil himself painted the walls
and Death itself stalks the halls.
The door opens a bit and the footsteps come in.
Here they will pay for a previous sin.
The room is silent as a tomb..............
Now the footsteps meet their doom.
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