The Confession

You need some coffee, don't you?" "Yes, I've only had a gallon.

You count the days and watch the years go by. You tell yourself, and you believe it, that you'd rather just die. You'd rather stare death boldly in the face and say you're ready because whatever is waiting on the other side has to be better than growing old in a six-by-ten cage with no one to talk to. You consider yourself half-dead at best. Please take the other half. You've watched dozens leave and not return, and you accept the fact that one day they'll come for you. You're nothing but a rat in their lab, a disposable body to be used as proof that their experiment is working. An eye for an eye, each killing must be avenged. You kill enough and you're convinced that killing is good. You count the days, and then there are none left. You ask yourself on your last morning if you are really ready. You search for courage, but the bravery is fading. When it's over, no one really wants to die.

Prisons are hate factories, Pastor, and society wants more and more of them.

You burn a man's pickup, and he's ready for war.

He counts votes before he decides what to have for breakfast.

Good God, Keith." "Yes, I've talked to Him too and I'm still waiting on his Guidance...

and not a year ago?’ ‘I should have, but I figured the courts down here would finally realize they had the wrong guy. I just got out of prison in Kansas, and a few days ago I saw in the paper where they were getting ready to execute Drumm. Surprised

and NFL heavyweights to help wave

the death penalty, and the sooner the better.

The spirit flowed more freely and made for a more spontaneous style of worship.

agrees, then we cut a quick deal and get it over with. With some luck,