I stand here alone, in a room all in black,

Patiently waiting for the gavel to clack;

I don’t get to speak, here at the end,

Persecuted by all, enemy and friend;

They speak of the deeds now tied to my name,

And all I can do is shudder in shame;

I’m here at the trial at the end of my life,

And each testimony cuts like a knife;

I can’t even explain, my deeds say it all,

I await my judgment and try to stand tall;

I was petty, held grudges, and committed mass crime,

And didn’t do productive things with my time;

Six feet below my body is entombed,

And I know deep down my fate is now doomed,

And all I can do I is silently pray,

That God grants me mercy on this solemn day;

The jury is in, they hold my life in their hands,

All I can do is hope He understands;

“Cleared of all charges” the verdict now reads,

My soul once damned is now to be freed;

He granted forgiveness for all of my sins,

Allowing my soul to begin again.