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Topic: You are on Death Row. It is the last night before you are executed via the Electric Chair. What is going through your mind? What is your last meal? Explain everything leading up to the execution

Check In By: Friday 10th March
Verses Due: Sunday 12th March

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up in this mufucka .

Reporter: Chris Warren was sentenced to death on May 3rd 1985, for the death of his wife and two kids. He has served 21 years incarcerated in Little Rock Federal, here In Williams County. Now today on March 11th, 2006, he will finally be electrocuted. The funny thing behind this case is the fact that there’s still a question as to whether or not there was enough substantial evidence to convict and sentence this man properly. The courts have still been pondering upon this for years.

{Meanwhile Inside the Facility :: Electric Chamber}

‘Chris Warren is getting strapped into his chair, he had just had his last meal, and he is now ready to be put to death, however the thoughts of that evil night still linger in his mind.’

The night was foggy, and everything looked like a smoke-screen...
Raised so sick you could choke-steam, a night for the dope-fiends...
Chris sat at an office-desk, black tiled floor, lookin all-depressed...
It was closed for the night, but he had to get things off-his-chest...
Meanwhile at the house a knock-came, and his wife-was-present...
A lethal blow dropped-jane, she fell, and the knife-was-wreckless...
The slits gave inscrutable-wounds, causing blood to stream-out...
She tryed to scream, unusual-doom, but he kicked her teeth-out...
The fiend pursued, attained her pockets, and affected-through-them...
Searched her drawers abruptly for all the money, and kept-it-to-them...
Then they destroyed the living room, looking for a stack-of-cash...
The eleven year old ran down, and a shotgun shell tapped-his-back...
It was action-packed, he stepped back-and-gasped, falling-down...
The gun fired didn’t stop, because the addict kept on hauling-rounds...
The wife crawled to the phone, as her house was stripped-dry...
Heard her other son scream, and die, as the shots had ripped-by...
Chris got the call, and heard his wife whimper, a whisper-for-help...
So he darted off, but in the back of his mind, was a sinner-himself...
Got there unpunctual, the dead had since then passed-and-ceased...
The rest was history, as Chris was accused, for being at-the-scene...

‘The rest of Chris’s thoughts were pretty much thinking about what caused the police to accuse him. Him and his wife had had an argument before work. She had found out he had cheated on her, and she wanted a divorce. His office was closed so there was no proof to where he was that night, and he had picked up the murder weapon and had been covered in his families blood. He drifts back to reality as the guards strap him up. The priest is present and has the bible in his hand. The judge is present as well as many onlookers. Chris feels angered, because he is being sentenced to death for three murders he did not commit, and then the lights dim as the chair goes on.’

Police Personal: Mr. Warren, do you have anything you wish to say before your prayer?

‘Chris bows his head down and stares at the concrete floor without words.’

Priest: Ladies and gentlemen, here we witness Chris Warren. An individual who was set off, and guided on the wrong path. He mad bad decisions, but one can only hope he will make the best of his decisions in the afterlife. After being incarcerated for twenty-one years, it is now time for his departure, and I will now give his falling out with one last prayer.

‘As they flick the switch on for the red light, Chris begins to see the real truth as they turn the lever. He gasps a breath as he remembers the truth behind that night.’

Things were smooth moving, and soothing, until that week...
And Chris and Jane had fought brutally, till it filled it’s peak...
The kids were scared and shattered, hearing swears of bastard...
And things were getting broken, it was like an unfair disaster...
People tried to counsel, but they were like charismatic invaders...
No help or a savior, So Chris relapsed to skitzofrantic behavior....
He hired a killer from out of town, and payed the money in full...
And in the house he moved around, acting like a dummy or fool...
Chris went to work, and left without a regret or a hopeful wish...
Inside his mind, he already visualized how to choke that bitch...
The deed happened, and when he got the call he hurried home...
Chris seen his wife in the closet, and spoke in a worried tone...
“Are you alright?”
Crying she hugged him, without thinking he grasp her neck...
Choked her for a sec, only until he had grabbed the wrench...
“Shouldn’t leave this in the closet, should we Jane?”
He beat her to death, the blood flowed like a river of wine...
Then he grabbed the butcher knife, and split her insides...

‘Chris then begins to go into a rage after truly remembering what had happened. He struggles to pull himself out of the chair, but his hands and legs are bound down. He looks around and in the corner of the room this is what he sees.’

Jane and her kids are in the corner, they reach for his flesh...
With her intestines hanging out, and it’s leaving a mess...
Her eyes are focused on Chris, they have a passion of hate...
She watches as he departs to hell, and laughing she waits...

‘Chris looks up as tears pour from his eyes. He lets out a soft whisper to say he’s sorry, but as he does the key is turned, and the electric shocks Chris’s body so much, noone can make out what he was about to say. The electrocution proceeds a while longer until Chris is left with a flat line.

Officer: Chris Warren, charged with three cases of murder in the first degree, and sentenced to death. Put to death on March 11th 2006. He is survived by no family members. May god have mercy on his soul in the afterlife.

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