Barred windows view, its screams can never equal the torments within.
To suffer is the nature of this existence, to challenge the borders of normalcy.
We must suffer the consequences, as so it's told by those which do not offer solace.
Breaking bones to repeat sins of your darkest desires, we are mortal, and mortals are wicked by design.
Take the punishment and return it with a loving sense of malice.
Enjoy this retribution, for you are the only one that rules over this domain.
A forged alliance signed in blood is the lie’s strength of an invisible pact.
We do - on a small scale - what the power-hungry swine do without question upon the blink of an eye.
Torch it to cinder as you laugh in spite.
What if the only consequence lingered upon this realm?
As we lock away the vile, along with the innocent, casting killers who, if not guilty, certainly by appearance suit the role.
Torments of the uncertain pleas of the accused.
The barred windows view trapped only the flesh in a murders row of judgemental fools.
A solid aforementioned hell's false perception.
As so it's preached in ignorance.
Won't you join us in this lesser form of Heaven?
We all fade either way.
Life is a prison for which I do cherish the thought of escape.
JPR, is a southern gothic writer his work has been published by.
Fixator Press, Disturb The Universe, The Dope Fiend Daily, The San Pedro River Review, Horror Slease Trash, It Takes All Kinds Literary Zine, Piker Press and Punk Noir Magazine.
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