The politeness of no mercy,
echoes in the dark confines
of the coffins of his victims,
bones rattle applause,
falling in a clatter
as he winces at the injection,
sucking air and fearing death,
much like they did,
it's all sterile, and monitored,
each need attended to,
a sumptuous last meal,
a man of faith to comfort,
family visits to say goodbye.
death politely applied,
not like her last
tormented moments,
begging mercy
in a raw throat,
her sobs ignored
as he extinguished
in a most non-civil way,
all that she ever dreamed of.
The politeness of no mercy
will befall any who harm,
a hair on the heads
of my loved ones and friends.
Gathering all of my
Marine Corps training,
I will get to them
before the state does,
and inflict my
most detailed forms
of politeness
in unmerciful screams.
"And No jury will convict me!"
Silver trophy winner
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