hell

they say prison is there,
to rehabilitate,
only thing i learnt,
was misery and hate
a concrete steel jungle ,
not a drop of empathy,
filled with heartless souls,
as black as black can be,
if these walls could speak,
countless horrors they would tell,
here pain and despair,
it breeds in every cell,
yes misery and hate,
love this concrete hell,
jail cant be fixed with antibiotics,
behind these cold bricks,
are even colder pshycotics
looking for there prey
the soft and the meek
yes this concrete jungle loves too see blood leak
yes ,here everyday,blood it does pour
twisted pshychopaths behind every door
your sanity,
is wat this place will take,
replaced by two things
Misery and hate
followed closely by despair
and dont forget hoplessness
torturing you daily,
thats rehabilitated i guess
being filled with hate and anger
from incarceration stress
rehabilitated then must mean
my lifes a fucking mess
screws with god complexes,
go get fucked your holiness,
you like watching me undress,
check my balls look up my hole,
screws are all just faggots,
born without a soul.
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