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held at First name Last name, serial number 0123456789/01
This to know that on dd / mm / yyyy at hh: mm: ss the sentence of death sentence against him will be executed at the premises of the penitentiary ABCDEFGHIL MNOPQRSTUVZ.
The execution can also assist family members.
As usual, before being led by our personnel in the premises for the execution of the sentence, will eat a last meal and make the final steps of a toilet, and use the service of confession and extreme unction. Please be punctual and quick in carrying out the preliminary practices.
Regards. The Directorate
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do not know how things are communicated to prisoners waiting to be executed, but I think in certain parts of the world even a simple statement like the one I invented, it is impossible to think about.
The death penalty or capital punishment ... is a nightmare that I crumble the soul.
When, miraculously, the commitments of daily life distract me for some time by this thought, the human world seems bearable but once again I put the thought in this thing for which I can not find an adjective that can give a qualitative description which fully coincides with my anger and dismay, everything fell into deep sadness.
And like a mortally wounded bull in the arena, this dribble away life, while all around him applaud the bullfighter, so I start looking in vain looks hopeless feelings, who hears this thing as I feel. And are there ... next to all those sentenced to death ... with the inevitable end coming ... and every time I die with them ... to find myself alive, ready to suffer again ... once again ... As always hopeless.
this suffering is more alive and more I move away from common thinking and feeling, as if I began to speak a language unknown to most and at the same time I felt closer to their souls ... too close to be seen.
I would like to share these feelings with a greater number of people, but most measures the degree of sensitivity achieved by the neighbor, the more I find myself absurdly alone. Whether it's a damn my "condolence"?
Which got me strange evil?
And I plunged back into life.
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