Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Prison Halls

Though I sit incarcerated I am free
From the perils of life that have entangled me
Apart from the evils in which I was caught
Above all the wrong this existence hath wrought
But still encircled by the hatred of many
I fight to the death the injustice they send me
For devils prevail within thick cement walls
To batter against me in dimly lit halls
I fall to the feet of no man of this prison
But rage at the penalties of which I am given
And if a day comes when I am then challenged
A fate shall befall him a brutal last balance

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