Sentenced to death,
Nothing more could be said.
The noble judge of mind sits before me,
Deciding that the innocence is undeniably false.
The obedient jury of the world claims insanity,
But I insist that my soul is guilty—
Guilty of the black crime of letting that soul slip—
Fall silently into the deepest pit of vicious toxins.
May god show pity on me,
For the damage that was inflicted in beyond repair.