The warden calls out
Dead man walking!
Dead man walking!
For all to see
The scuffling feet of the deceased
All is silent but the echo of his soul
A new world locked out of what was not new
Bars and violence without windows and peace
To sit the wise men down upon his throne
In which metamorphosis can begin
With which no reprieve shall be written
So he gives himself to it
His words to it
His image to it
Planning and plotting for freedom
To be readied at the gate
Now is for the waiting
The doing part will come when it will come
Dear boy
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