No parole

A young man lost in the hopes that death will spare his broken soul Wounded by his actions, yet stands strong in his faction of love Waiting to be judged, wrongfully in the midst of righteousness. Standing tall, head held high, he initiated his rulings in unconsciousness. The numbing feeling consumes his mind, when all he'll receive is time. The line between right and wrong is unseen to the judgmental perception society has created through religious song. They hold him accountable for the forsaken motive a weak man couldn't bare to control. Through his range of anger and hate he beholds the strangers fate. Nor wrong or right, not even out of spite. As to the interpretation through the eyes of a judge, his peace of mind will be drugged in mud. A beautiful soul lost in the hopes that time will heal the empty holes.