PrisonPoetry#001-WestComplex
WEST COMPLEX
Nightmares in my cell, layin' on this cold cement Whitewalls in my visions, sweat pours out as I scream and vent My flesh rises up to this devil's entrapment Hated by the world, there's no doubt that I'm God sent Hatred - ya', hatred in hatred out God's grace flows in and my heart pours out No longer that monster that once consumed me By grace through faith Jesus set me free Surrounded by souls, their lost and their breakin' I wrestle with God, are they worth savin' Their bloods eternal, on my hands I'm condemned As I stand in His presence would I plead or defend We all know the verdict, guilty as charged I've heard it twice before it left my loved ones scarred They heard the lies and they read the papers From the victims to the courts -- I was the only faker.
- Aaron Edward Olson (Inmate)
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