Sorrowfully I love my cell,
For here I am buried alive
I am dead
This quite impossible phobia will perpetuate the dark
When slowly I shed anger’s fire:
You are dying
Do you love their door?
You are external yet
Your ghost will violate my eternity
Hideously they worship the cell:
It is sacred
Yet I gaze at their ignorance
My innocence shall never reject this place
Someone’s hardly healing ocean can not drown my shadow
There is no torment in the painless sting
I have lived forever on death row
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