Prisoner and Guard,
Entombed we walk the yard
In our prison clothes
Oh the life that we have chose.
Neither one at liberty,
Neither one of us is free;
One punished for his 'heinous' crime;
The other paid to waste his time.
Years pass and we gray with age,
We live our lives in this stone cage;
I killed so we'd be all set free;
My shadow follows chained to me!
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