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Underground eXperts United
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[ Death Is Not The End ] [ By GNN/Bravemoore ]
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DEATH IS NOT THE END
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by THE GNN & BRAVEMOORE
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The chain-smoking man on the bed in front of me at death row did not seem
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nervous, even though he was well aware of what was awaiting him.
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A naked light bulb shone down on us from the ceiling, reflected against
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the grey concrete walls and spread an agonizing light. It made us look pale.
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The man scratched his filthy beard and threw the cigarette to the floor. He
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stepped on it and instantly lighted a new one.
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I had told him my story.
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"Now, tell me yours."
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The man leaned back against the wall and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
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"I was considered clinically dead for over seven minutes" he began. "But
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the doctors didn't give up. Thanks to - or perhaps I should say 'due to' -
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the latest medical technology they brought me back to life so I could be
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sentenced to death. They really can do wonders nowadays, don't you say? Ah,
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shit. Why couldn't they just leave me dying on the floor? No one could deny
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that I'd killed over five people in that bank. Of course I regret it. I was
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high as a kite that afternoon. I just wanted some money. I didn't intend to
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kill anyone. But you know how it is..."
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I nodded. I knew how it was.
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"Mere death is not the approved end," I said. "The justice machinery have
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to twist and turn before we are allowed to leave this world."
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"Yeah, I know."
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Both of us jumped into the air as the guard banged his nightstick against
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the bars of the cell door.
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"It's time!" he yelled.
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The man threw his last cigarette to the floor and stepped on it. Then he
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got to his feet and approached the door. Before he left, he turned to me and
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said: "See you on the other side, my friend."
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"We'll see," I replied. Then he was gone. A couple of minutes later I
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heard the familiar noise of the electric chair. His body was carried past
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the cell on a stretcher down to the morgue, accompanied by two guards and a
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priest. In two days, I would be the one on the stretcher. That insight did
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not bother me; when we have to go, we have to go.
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I reached over to his bed and picked up the packet of cigarettes he had
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left behind. He would not mind anymore, I thought.
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But he did. The next morning he was back, looking for a smoke. He would
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be around for a few more days. His lawyer had successfully filed his case
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to the supreme court, a couple of minutes after his execution.
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uXu #457 Underground eXperts United 1998 uXu #457
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