Looking with a sense, knowing something's out of place.
Looking in the lines, forming to my face.
Facing closed boundries, being the accused,
Choosing now, life or death, nothing left to lose.

What crime did I commit, to deserve this kind of fate?
Was it the ones I love so dearly, or those dispised with hate?
My mind relives the good times, that linger in my heart,
My expression blank, and deathly pale, my role in this, no part.

The judge grins, and slams his gavel, the jury has undone.
The bailiff comes to drag me with him, what is left to come.
Seventeen years condemned, the first years here on earth,
Forever damned by my own hate, until my next rebirth.

My sentence to be carried out, not to waste a day.
To relive the same life again, forever, I must pay.
But alas, their plans did fail, I found my own way home..
Blindfolded, gagged, and still accused, I carry on alone.

They torture me in spirit, despise me in my hate.
They look at me with vengeance, looking at their fate.
I was once before alive, a heart set to the wind..
But through agonizing liberation, I'll never live again.

-Epiphany La'Neveah

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Sarapin, in the year 334 AF.