Israel Keyes Poem by Ima Ryma

Serial killer, Israel Keyes,
Your final killing was your own.
A razor blade allowed you ease
To early leave the death row zone.
Before you left this world, you wrote
Of your contempt for this world, and
Spewed forth in your suicide note
The vile your kind does understand.
An ode to murder you did pen,
No rhyme nor reason for such hate.
May heaven not have you, amen.
May eternal hell be your fate.

With your murder, your murders cease.
Israel Keyes, never rest in peace.