"Do you have any words for the court
before we take you to your jail?"
Yes your Honour, I do, softly said the man
who stared silently without expression
all the way through, and whom they called "a con"
all because he had showed no emotion.
Slowly pointing his finger...you...and...you,
and you, "how could you sell your soul like that
to a mere lie and Crucifixion of
one man, walking away with money in
your hand, death looming just a few
leaps ahead, the guilt of a man heaped on your head?
Can't you see what your actions have done,
far far beyond the tale that you have spun!
The perpetuation of corruption
goes on another generation
in the system, in relationships, in
you..." his pointed finger testifying
to the silently told truth and sadness
knowing that righteousness has lost again.
"Conjecture
No matter how much evidence it's based on,
will never lead to truth, but will always
remain just a pack of well spoken lies.
The only truth I know of is my own;
I am innocent, and you are lies. Lies.
Shame on you for fooling the gullible
(those that have no idea that they are):
Sin of pride of pride mirrored in each of you:
causing mutual blindness; both innocent
ironically until proven guilty.
Take me away to the hell I will pay."
Gold trophy winner
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