It all began when they took me from my home
And put me on Death Row,
A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know.
And I'll say it again, I'm not afraid to die.

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner meals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth...


Life isn't all peaches and cream, though sometimes I wish it was.

Something is quite wrong with our justice system today. Whenever I think about it I get so worked up and I can't describe how I feel. When I look at events in the news, I see things going in circles with little sign of progress. I hope someday that this will change.