Imprisonment

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    Imprisonment

    This loss of freedom haunts him
    As he watches a lowly ant crawl
    Across the cold and damp cement floor
    And over to a crack in the wall
    Then shimmies its way out
    How can he face these days that don't end
    The freedom he longs to have
    The reason he is here
    He knows why
    But he never will admit it
    In his mind he knows he is innocent
    He lays back and remembers the days
    He still could have had
    The warm sun on his face
    Closing his eyes all he sees is all the blood
    He just did what any man would do
    Taking out a picture of his little girl
    A quick smile and one lonely tear
    Don't worry baby he can't hurt you anymore
    And if the situation would face him
    He would do it all over again
    He screams out
    "ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE ME"

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