His fire blazed
killing all he could
for ninety days
a trial he stood.
Death is his affliction
facing his conviction
he has no repentance
as he waits for the sentence.
Murders plee
it wasn't me
jury shall decide
state assited suicide.
Invasion of a home
we all are prone
death he deserves
so justice is preserved.
Trial takes it's course
he holds no remorse
on a jury we relie
that he might die.
Three lives we mourn
out of evil he was bourne
his story it will tell
of a soul committed to hell.
by rich jackson
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