| You will be held
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| In Solitary Confinement
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| Until further notice
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| Minutes after I received my sentence
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| I was then sent to the threshold of a corridors entrance
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| Forced into a hellish existence
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| I wends from intense pain then commence to seek intense repentance
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| My hands served as a surveyor
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| With no light I’m sightless I stand beneath darkeness third layer
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| Imprisoned as a punishment I was sieving of faith
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| In a place so desolate prayers can’t even escape
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| The reason I was here was never communicated clear
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| Two minutes in this place appeared like I had waited years
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| When the lights came on I was bathed and bladed tears
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| Cause the room had common dears all of my greatest fears
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| This ain’t Hades cause it ain’t hot and I don’t see devils
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| I saw three different escalators that lead to three levels
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| I stepped on the first one making sure to be careful
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| So I fluid field lines in the walls that look like blood vessels
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| That first floor was called confessional
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| For twenty-four hours straight they questioned and pression you to express the
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| truth
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| Everything I did, every evil act was tracked on a sheet of black stone
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| I had to reenact and read it back
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| Painfully I suffered as I heard people applaud
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| I saw every face of every individual that I scared
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| Childhood to teenage to adulthood years
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| Each woman that ever shed tears over me indically appeared
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| Who I hurt bad despite them loving me
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| And left them to suffer without the slightest concern of their recovery
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| I looked at all the people I dissed
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| Beg to torture and seek in desist couldn’t leave they shackle my feet and my
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| wrist
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| Then I was giving the proposition
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| To go to the next level or stay in this condition
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| My selection was to move on not realizing
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| That the second level was twice as painful and traumatizing
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| From the moment I put one foot on the next floor
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| I became sick to my stomach disguised by what I saw
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| People who needed me in life that I chose to ignore
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| Stood before me with intensions to even up the score
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| One of them said «do you remember me?
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| I’m the homeless man that you didn’t feed you passed right by me in my time of
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| need
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| Said please but ending up receiving no love
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| You was leaving the club, judge me and accuse me of being on drugs
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| But you didn’t know that I was a celestial
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| Angel on the earthly quest morally test you
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| You left in the thought never revisited or stress you
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| That one great gesture without questioned with a bless you
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| So now you’ll feel the pain of those you never said yes to
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| For seven years straight like they did with no rescue
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| The horror in the field without letter will invest you
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| The cycle who repeat itself eternally, unless you»
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| Decide to go to the final stage
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| But it’s your last one, after this there’s no turning the page
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| I said let’s go, with no idea where I would be sent
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| Knowing this was it, back to the escalator I went
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| The last and worst floor was deep as the earth’s core
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| I was more nervous than the first hoar to walk inside the church door
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| I was instructed to sit by a wall with two slits
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| Approximately one inch and length one inch in width
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| When they opened up somebody said look inside
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| I was so petrified I ask if I could decline and said denied
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| Chances to survive was put in doubt
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| I passively looked in and realize that I was really looking out
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| I saw a tree sunlight and I rose up
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| Soon as a glimmer of hope expose itself the slits closed up
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| Once again I became mindful of my situation
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| The same voice said look behind you
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| And when I did it was such a burden
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| To see every person from the first two levels of the third wing
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| I knew then I messed up, and should of chose better
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| Instead of one at a time I had to face it all together
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| How long will I be in this place, please tell me?
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| Closter-phobic in a small cell where they hell me
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| A voice said just think and rewind
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| The whole time you was subconsciously confined in a guilt of your own mind
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| In these two slits on your eyes
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| So understand if you continue to puricute these thoughts will stay in you
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| But something had to teach you
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| We had no authority over your brain you contain the power to release you |