Dear God,

I've been in my cell for over three years

I've grew some comfort with the sound of my tears

The door is locked and the lights are out

No one can hear my screams or shouts

I can't feel the cold anymore on my skin

They all say I'm guilty for all my sins

I didn't do it, this thing they say

If I don't get out of here, then I'll die today!

They gave me a choice of how I can die

Electrocution until my body grows dry

Injections that fled into my veins

I'll lay there and slowly my… Continue