Douchecanoe

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A prisoner locked away
For years and an age
Over words full of hate
Behind a hundred cells,
Muscles and membranes
Twisted into shapes
And wrapped up in gates
With sinews, skin and veins
You put me here
This mind of prison gates
With 25 to life stakes
Into this damn space
Where I already was
You twisted the jury
And turned them into me
Excersizing a writ to control me
You prosecuted me
Persecuted me into a life
Of knowing too much about me
I dont even know
What to believe anymore
Thinking lapses into a chore

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