Gotta go to the court room

Get my nice clothes on and go head for doom

I need more shoes

Cuz these worn boots

Ain't cutting it

my time is dying but its fine

I hope they understand I make nothing in

My nine to five but a dime

My mind

Is racing as I race the time

to arrive

The pavement's not well paved so I

Will drive

Accordingly

Can't afford to see

The lord this week

I'm torn between

Abort the scene

Or pour the drink

And morn and grief

The morbid things

That will be orbiting

My course of dreams

Or maybe

Before the court's sharped sword

Lie as

sworn not to reap

Am I guilty or am I not

That question's building in my thoughts

And though it needs some filling and a few side blocks

Answers in the blueprint I just put up mind blocks

I'm almost there but I don't want to be

Should I crash my car to post pone the call at the

Court or will they be loath to stalling things

Or say I'm folly for falling to sin's calling to being lazy and add a load all my wrong deeds

I look into my mirror

Not to see behind my rear

But to see the horrid nightmare

Of a man that's sitting right there

In a sinner's high chair

And then still targeting me I blare

You're a dirty sinner and you know it

Don't pretend no one noticed

Your broken no one is hoping

You survive and live your life going

Free. Your obviously soaked in

Sin's fermented juice that you float in

Gotta get my act together

Because the path to get to

The door of the court

Lies there at the end of

The stairs. I'm sacred but I still open the door

My fists are gripped while I'm approaching the court

I sit down in the crowd hoping to distort

The judge's vision of me

But a man points and voices, "the one in the corner

Come to the front in confront us"

The judge questions me

Why are you here

With a nudge of my self esteem

I argue I'm fair

I'm righteous and innocent see

I am too confused of my appearance here at the judgement of different deeds

The man from before yells out

He's lying

He has done unimaginable deeds

Imagine a full sea of evil people he will

Tower over them. So many unfathomable things

Imagine the amount.

you can't even form less count

The room grows tense

My tomb won't rest

And I loose hope best

To be too hopeless

Than to stoop low then

To feel the pain of a sudden bruised broke neck

The judge lifts his gavel

He's about say something. Listen

But the look on his abnormal straggled

Face Isn't of what it is that

I want. I'm beginning to feel like his handle

Traveled for far to long. but then from his muscles on his muzzle he utters the one word

Guilty