20 years in hell.
6 months in purgatory.
Our was it just 1 month in county jail?
Time means nothing when your in shackles
Even though it is all they give you.
The filth and grime on the bottom of my bare foot replaces
any dignity I had.
And the cold, do not make me mention the cold,
Just the thought chills my corpse,
Not my body, I am no longer alive in this place.
They call it prison, but it is actually a morgue.
We are not people, we are corpses, and the cold preserves us.
Hell is only hot in the summer, usually it’s cold.
20 years in hell.
3 strikes your out.
20 years in hell.
James J Jackson 