God Is The Judge And The Parole Board Poem by Mara SalvatruchaDemon

i have explored my heritage
rarely i notice life is a privilege
ambition ran off course
pain getting so worse
for years and years i been on my own
i have no place to call home
death pleasing to the taste
my angry swallows love in my chest
grace and happiness eaten away
i realize god existence
doesn't mean i wanna existence
sitting on a criminal mental
going through self punishment
god acquittal me once
but i think hell is where i belong
i done right and i done wrong
so when i lay down in my bed
a legions of demons marked six six six on my head