He felt the anger bursting into his mind.
Troubled in the demented, way he finds.
Laughter sprung from.where he stands.
A monster, not a man.
What has he done to deserve this type of welcome.
Watch the clouds drifting away from.the sun.
An image so deep, he is still running away from them.
Unkept and swaying to far from those men.
He faces up to his judgment day,
With not one word he could say.
Bottled up to his neck with emotions for him.
With just one night not called for, they think he had sinned.
Now because of what he knew, but what he could never say.
Standing frantically, awaiting his plea, of the judgement day.
Two armed guns men, walks away.
He knew what it all meant, that he will never be free.
The statement was read, at the end of the courts session, from 12 jurors read guilty.
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