Death Row

People are fighting at this very moment, with sweat and tears of pain they swing With every ounce of dignity found and spent to room the righteous in an corrupt system "for freedom!" They constantly sing, "For freedom" they get denied their dream. We are dead but our words try and wake any soul that is willing to listen. To bring back the dead from the stake who breath through an iron gate. Freedom from judgement of sin and clemency from another man bring.