Written in prison 1989

Surrounded by inescapable corruption, my thoughts scarcely contain; the souls verge of eruption, to manifest emotion in vain.

Four corners of desolation, my heart doth despair; searching destitute souls to find one who will care.

Extreme contempt fills my spirit, for evil authority I long to defy, vile communication, my ears do hear it, and my soul from the pit doth cry: "Oh dear God in heaven take reproach from my name, and lift me from darkness where sin shall remain."

But I am deserving, and sin must repay; yet in God there is hope, for grace is today.

written by Frank Berretta

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