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Beauty In Death She waits for morning,
The day of her execution.
Finally its going to be
over.
Her time has come
Nothingness is coming
No more thinking,
No more torture,
Blessed nothingness has arrived.
Although I have no knowledge of the provenance of this poem, I think it addresses---with great intensity---the kind of moment that most of us can only wonder about; that moment when a death sentence is executed.
Seryddwr [ap Lloyd]
Beatiful, way better than me! :-)