a knowledge to one's shadow
does not strip them of light.
the wicked rights
one could deem
for the wicked wrongs
happened to have
threatened me to
a submission
of power's abuse.
a prison was never my
purpose,
but maybe my solitude.
hell was never my home,
but the enemy I had to respect.
hard to stomach
our own consequence;
with only bile
to tinge the heart,
and that god seems to serve
only justly.