The crime becomes the person

When the jury is deliberating

The course of fate

That is me.

I tell you to call me divinity

‘The given light’

On a stage

That uses only candles.

I dance on the desks you sit at

To work out the tedious details

Of your forgotten lives.

The face of the man that brought me here

is forever etched in my memory

It is no wonder I cannot forget him.

There is nobody more willing

To have you imprisoned

Than someone who doesn’t

Want to hear you speak.

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