Cell Block 10 Woman Behind Bars Within the pits of darkness my soul has gone to hell. Chains upon the bars, the voices screams out loud. Gray walls upon my feet. Card board boxes that centers The prison as I sleep. Captivity is now my domain The sources of my dismay have caught up with me. I woman have succeeded the walls of slavery, I relive my history, nevertheless my right hand has defeated my face. Colorless upon the destiny which I have chosen. The walls of darkness is now my new home. My soul that lives within confinement. Asylum the soul that lives within a institutionalize strategy of a slow death, prisoner of war censorship private-enterprise I have relived the slave chambers of my own dismay. Cell block 10 war zone within my own horror of sin. A woman who lives for the world and sale her soul to sin. Is a woman who walks the world with a tunnel vise mind considered as the walking dead. I have chosen my fate. A woman who embrace murder or hate, death becomes a challenge I live within the belly of the beast, within the actions of the beast, behind every reaction there is an effect. Un-controlling infernos longing for connection. Thy destiny has chosen my path, the soul smells of death. Darkness who walks with pride is not a woman who advocate violence, but a woman who is intelligent and acts in self defense. Power in defense for spiritual freedom. Civil rights and human rights go hand and hand. I woman have slain my sister, I now must repent. Within the walls of death I lay. Never again shall I claim the righteousness Of the crown which I forfeited selling my Soul to the diversions of satins game. The darkness that hide behind walls consignment of death closed in walls . Harvesting the darkness of self. The windows are foggy cannot see the light. The sparrows are closing in, hidden in a box, find thy soul what goes on in space? Justifying the wrongs for the Toxins that filled blood, sipping on death , oppressor of self, surrounding hate, pollutions has no fate. I have forfeit my crown. I woman who have defamed her stool Thinking only of self, I cry in the name of blood. God break the chains. I sit in a 9 by 11 box. My children look upon me in shame. Maternity has tarnished my seed. I birth the child from heaven And delivered him in a 8/11 cell, I sit upon my cage with my hand on my head. Remilitarization only if I could have lived By the words of God. My soul would not Belong to darkness, I would be free. Nevertheless I must now feel the pain. Of my disobedience to God as well as self. It is now to late I must pay the poor per My life no longer belongs to me. Remissible of tears shall not be herd.