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Back home, the chain saw was broken this time. The executioner struggled with a crisis of conscience, coming face to face with the imminent specter of death. Despite the overwhelming desire to scream, he was rendered silent by the cruel grasp of reality. Fueled by a potent mix of rage and anguish, his heart bore the weight of an unjust crime, the burden of five years spent in the desolate corridors of despair. Yet, as the end drew near, a faint glimmer of hope allowed him to draw a breath of liberation.

In a world where being Hispanic is a mark of disadvantage, the narrative worsens for those who are black. In a society where one's worth is dictated by the color of their skin, life itself becomes a precarious gamble. Like scavenging hyenas in the ancient arenas of Nero's Rome, those who revel in despising others are doomed to a similar demise.

A second chance emerges, purchased by a benefactor who holds the key to salvation. There is no glamorous spectacle on television that can compare to the grim reality of seeking out someone to blame and executing them for a heinous crime. The cycle of murder perpetuates, a cycle that society all too willingly embraces.

Amidst the despair, a call to arms echoes—a call to refuse to succumb to sorrow. Stand tall, for pride is a beacon of resilience. Let our voices rise, let no one be silenced in the face of injustice. With a touch of defiance and determination, we will forge ahead with our left hand leading the charge, as the fight for justice becomes our collective cause.