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It was late in the afternoon, it must of been about an hour that I had arrived
  As I took the first step into the facility already I felt my body overwhelmed by chills
I stripped to the nude, and I felt as if the scene had touched me all over, their sight belittled me
  I stood wearing nothing, eyes set their sight upon me, for they saw a criminal with no heart

  They made me dress in orange
Full jump suit and feather-light slippers
  I was escorted to my cell
Upon arrival I met my cell mate, Peter

The walls seemed to take life and spoke
  Words of death I came to understand, and I feared for my mind
Insane I was going, for I began to hear voices of sorrow and broken hearts
  The walls caved in almost and I felt death's grasp on my back

  The clock ticked and ticked, every second seemed to turn into hours
Locked up where no where to go I recalled all of my fair memories
  When the sun once caressed my face, lips and dreams
An animal I had become for nothing mattered behind those bars

  "Lights out" and my heart grew weak
Not knowing of how to react, I began to see death as an answer
  For if I died I would not have to live as a caged animal
Dark, lights had been out for an hour and again my eyes betrayed me

  I saw thousands of spirits walking the empty halls
A million snoring souls slept
  It smelled like death was walking among the spirits of the deceased
An awful sight, and I was trapped in it for the next 15 years

  It was now the next day and I stood inline for food
Color was all inside
  Brown I am for that was my ticket to group
Called horrible things, same sex predators all savored to my soft face

It was shower time and I grew in very much fear
  As 100 men walked in nude to shower
I fresh meat
  I couldn't bare it, so I entered not

I met my cell mate again in the recreation room
  And all was learned
I was to be jumped in
  And if I lived I would be graduation day

The clocked ticked it was again 7:45pm
  My heart was beating really slow now
The men came into my cell with chains and bats
  Guards stood idly by to my screams of fear

I saw a bright light in all the blows I was taking
  I was drowning in my own blood
An angels hand took me out of my body
  The clock ticked 8pm, may I rest in peace
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