Judgment Day

I stand here alone, in a room all in black, Patiently waiting for the gavel to clack; I don’t get to speak, here at the end, Persecuted by all, enemy and friend; They speak of the deeds now tied to my name, And all I can do is shudder in shame; I’m here at the trial at the end of my life, And each testimony cuts like a knife; I can’t even explain, my deeds say it all, I await my judgment and try to stand tall; I was petty, held grudges, and committed mass crime, And didn’t do productive things with my time; Six feet below my body is entombed, And I know deep down my fate is now doomed, And all I can do I is silently pray, That God grants me mercy on this solemn day; The jury is in, they hold my life in their hands, All I can do is hope He understands; “Cleared of all charges” the verdict now reads, My soul once damned is now to be freed; He granted forgiveness for all of my sins, Allowing my soul to begin again.