If all my sins were to go
under the carpet on the judgment day,
I’d still be worried about the fat ones
showing spot-on in the middle.
Harmless compulsive lies, misdemeanors and attempts
at molotov cocktails for arson inside
may not make the mound,
but not falling back on roots
and going straight with the treachery of times
would make a huge hump
no matter how hard my loved ones come out in defense.
It will be the trial of hereafter,
I would meet all the safe-entry basics,
but this mound in the middle is too obscene.
Would try human ground but
all those who could speak
were already condemned.
I stood alone for the verdict, all alone
for taking sides against perverse prosecutions,
for not considering the run of the mill,
for giving a chance out of the books.
In conclusion the charge would stand
and my conviction will evoke whispers.
Would the Highest court review,
no I’d be too dumb to file a petition,
only Lucifer tried to raise his head but
his job got taken and he stood in the line of Angles.
