This was a quick poem I wrote on the morning McVeigh was put to death. I do not believe in the death penalty, however I do believe that the fate due an individual for their actions will most definitely come to pass in different forms.
So, in essence death may not have been good enough for him primarily because he had too much of a controlled position in knowing the exactness of his death as opposed to the babies and adults that had no chance to say "God Forgive Me" because the massacre against them was so abrupt.
So, truthfully, he should still be in jail, and subject to annual stonings by family members of the victims, until his skin decayed and the scars from the bludgeonous beating could no longer heal and therefore he developed
third stage skin and bone cancer which was immune to all pain remedies...
Alas, it is not an issue since he is gone now, but this would have been idea to me. At least I could know my tax dollars were finally being utilized for a good cause.