The executioner: Do you have any last words before your execution?
Prisoner: No, sir.
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Executioner: Do you have any last words before your execution?
Prisoner: No, sir.
Executioner: Family?
Prisoner: (For my dearest sister Olivia and little Josephine) No, sir!
Good enough reasons are good enough for a reason.
What last message would I have good enough to make things right?
I am on the last day of my journey yet, I am not free to know where my spirit would fall
Would it be with my maker or would it be with my slayer?
These questions, although they are good enough, don’t make me feel at ease in the face of my death sentence.
But of course, what any good enough reasons will I be able to come up to fool my brain not to think this way,
Is there any good enough reason other than a lame excuse?
You ask me a question I could not answer my friend, he said.
For the wages of sin is death.
Am I expected to be enthusiastic about this today?
Perhaps, having the right attitude can supersede fear—
This time of day?
Prisoner: Wouldn’t you speak ill towards me? I broke the law. Killed my friend, raped my sister and, sold my child. I’m proud that I even made it this far with my brain still at the center and my heart in place.
Executioner: Yeah, you’re right. Congratulations! You spent your life in line with your good enough reasons. But I’ll have you know that even I, the executioner, have my good enough reasons as well. Slicing your head and stabbing your heart would be good enough reasons, too.
Prisoner: Oh that? Well someone has got to do it anyway, I’m glad it’s you. Please just put a smile on my face today. It would be my first in a long time.
the sound of the chains being dragged by my feet the silence of the halls with my double handcuffs the door on the other side I wonder if all of these would be good enough. Dearest sister Olivia and little Josephine, would this be enough? Too bad I don’t have all the time in the world to pay for what I did behind bars My life will be completely stopped before your train arrives in Alcatraz
I was told that my execution will be quick, I prayed hard that it would last longer than 10 minutes. I begged the judge that he might extend the hours so dearest sister Olivia and little Josephine can relish their time to desperately hate me enough.
Only then I can take their hatred in the afterlife and ask my maker for forgiveness and spare my dearest sister Olivia and beautiful Josephine from further wretchedness…
Oh God, please make my reasons good enough.
A composite of me and the universe 