Held captive by judges,
Confined to a room,
Seated partly alone
Death, I presume,
The door swings open,
And so, it begins,
Have mercy, oh Lord,
For all my sins
A menacing shadow
Simmering with hate
Cold, lifeless stare
Transmitting my fate
Time not wasted.
My trial ensues,
Broken and battered,
Tattered and bruised,
Yet the Lord was with me,
For I would not have gone
Life in the glory
A completely new dawn
Anon's Record 