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Jul 2016
A baby cried out across the still night.

They beat you down- threw you in that cell- beat you near death gave you hell.

No light that wasn't theirs to make.

Moonlight kissed you through barred windows.

All you could was bleed and plead innocence.

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense and you're talk was cheap here.

The food only made you hungrier.

The water only added to your thirst.

You couldn't cry out, you couldn't fight back- you just lay on the floor and wait for the hours to pass.

Pass day by day, angels weep above as even the devil won't sign your name on the line.

Hard time makes hard people but you stayed true.

They can take your life, they can take your food, they can take your freedom, they can seal you in the dark, they can break the body, snap the mind, the screams echo all the walls- you can only hear it. They can do everything but they can't break your spirit.
Jester
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Jester  Verona
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