The Devil's Advocate

Your honor I wish to state, with utmost rhapsody before the crescent azure, that my client is as white as a Lilly was it fare that he died, a tender soul twenty one phases of the harvest moon buried at the bloom of owls, bats to grace the occasion, ghosts to usher the procession, dogs to disguise as chief moaners is it justified that the noble lad had to endure the disgrace of his anatomy, twenty strokes to the count to fulfill an accursed ritual was it justified that my friend, left behind a park of wives sobbing behind the stench abounded streams, unleashing life to the ruins he called home was my client an astrology to manipulate his destiny that drew him closer to the trigger, son of a gun he had no choice did the cops drew in their hands, utmost monopoly on his life to pin him as easily as tapping a fly, the books of records think otherwise am not a Marxist but truth be said that poverty and affluence unify in boxing duels, my friend was just but a soul, caught in the line of capitalism dynamism was my friend born in the antiquities of an emperor, Shakespeare would tremble before the letters of his epitaph was my client marooned in the lavishness of the middle class,Vincent van Gogh would dance before the master piece of his graven image I don't believe in the tune of reincarnation but my client would obligingly accept, a second chance in whatever form, your grace shall offer make him go back the statue of liberty, to enlighten mankind of the powers of democracy allow him to return as the cutest kitten, to offer warmth to a broken heart I have stated, I have mourned, not in desperation but in love, not to win but to exude the jury with truth, of the realities beyond these pearly gates, the day in life of a mere mortal, my case rests,