There once was a man who was put on death row.
They kept him chained and tied for they saw him as a foe.
They said he slaughtered his entire class,
But he was not to blame.
The soldiers kept him in complete agony and fright.
Then threw him in isolation for many nights.
Soon the poor lad left his sanity behind,
And decided to become the person they thought he was.
The day of his execution, the man held his head high.
Not a pinch of fear in his eyes, though he knew he was going to die.
He held his hand out to receive his poison injection.
Closing his eyes was his only protection.
The guards waited, and waited for the man to flat-line.
But his heart beat remained perfectly fine.
