Life Sentence

The tale of a man convicted of a murder he committed. He has no claims of innocence.

 

There are no more pleas to be made

No more fame to be won

Alone in his cell he waits

He is guilty

 But he feels no guilt

And fears not all that will come

In his mind beyond these stone walls

He finds justification

For all he has done

Upon his head is etched a mark of his faith

Faith in an idol who would see blood spilled

 The blood of the dissimilar,

Of the less than

Is there so lonely a man

As he who sits alone with his ideals?

A man who has ended the life of a brother,

And with it his own?

When come the end of his days

No church bells will ring

No choirs will sing

Yet in his heart

There is a volatile peace

Beyond man’s laws

Says he

 With veins full of poison

He alone will know glory

Is there so lonely a man as

One left alone in his delusion?