Accused and Abused

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Screaming, shouting,

Slamming, slapping,

Calling, the whole nine yards.

The wake of violence

In the heart of innocence

Makes a jail for those condemned.

It's all my fault

The lawyers proclaim

And I cover my ears 'cause I might go insane.

But what if they're right

And what if I'm wrong?

What if I've been mistaken all along?

The witnesses false

Point a finger my way

And the judge is believing whatever they say.

What can I do?

He won't listen to me!

I'm going to die in the worst tragedy!

The jury writes down

What they think is right,

But they have found darkness in what's called the light.

I'm so alone

In what they say I've done,

And I can see in their eyes that they're having fun.

The guards take me away

To the prison once more,

And the echoes will haunt me as they shut the door.

The shadows surround me

In a corner so small,

And they can't hear me screaming so far down the hall.

The warden's tormenting

His jeers, taunts, and tease,

And I'm begging for someone to come rescue me.

But this you don't know,

While I think that I'm dead,

All of this prison is stuck in my head.

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