A Dying Declaration - Poem by RIC BASTASA
there are three requisites:
one, it shall talk about my death,
the cause, and the culprit,
second, i am conscious
about my impending death,
and third, that i finally die
at that instant.
i will not do it.
am i foolish? who in this world
would declare something
only to know that to successfully say it,
one must first be dead?
but my friend that is the rule,
an evidentiary rule.
well anyway, let us start with you.
where were you when he shot you?
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