The Final Escape

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The Final Escape (2 of 2)

He was no longer locked up in a cell, In that place he hated the most — He was buried in the prison grounds, And stayed in jail, a vengeful ghost

He frightened badly the prison Governor, Who was working late one night; And he scared all the rotten jailers, Who then tried to transfer from the site

Finally, the old prison was closed, Blaming it on an architectural drama, Tho’ really it was someone’s poor excuse To avoid their just desserts and karma

He wanders the corridors endlessly, No longer impeded by bars or stone — He’s finally escaped his damp dark cell, But now he spends all his days alone.

The Final Escape (1 of 2)

He was an innocent man in prison, But his callous jailers did not care — Abandoned by the outside world, They had forgotten he was there

For long years the poor man suffered, In that violent and oppressive place; He had neither brush nor mirror — For years, he had not seen his face

Living on basic gruel and water, He was just slowly wasting away; Sometimes he wondered if he’d die, Or if he’d make it through the day

The diet and violence took its toll, Life in jail wasn’t meant to last — Becoming weakened, sick, and old, Eventually, the poor man passed