Judgment Village

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
People go to jail when they shouldn't. This is what happens to people who get put on death row and have to tell their story to others who have the same fate. End of story.

Submitted: June 04, 2008

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\"\"Ten long days here kept me down,
Looking forward to an empty dream.
Wishing for a savior on another side,
When truly one existed not.
The work I've done falls to oblivion,
And my future is already decided.
I'm alive and well now,
But Thursday, dead I'll be.
And on Thursday evening, dead you'll wish to be, too.

We have sat here and spoken,
But yet I still seem mysterious?
Secretive does not describe me,
Nor does evil.
But you will see the unjust nature,
When on Thursday I take my walk,
And a reform for the worst is taken.
I'm alive and well now,
But Thursday, dead I'll be.
And on Thursday evening, dead you'll wish to be, too.

Five cells down is a room secluded.
Friday, I make my permanent residence there.
And you'll hope to God that Friday never comes,
While the rest thank him for its arrival.
On Friday, you are to join me,
Per what fate has been declared.
We shall take our walk, seven days apart,
And rejoin each others company, a Friday.
For each seven days, it grows only more gruesome, that cell.
We're alive and well now,
But Thursday, dead I'll be.
And on Thursday evening, dead you'll wish to be, too.


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