#123

Bloom After Redemption

A pair of mantras, occupied by their own business
A shameless electric chair divining the prisoners
Clouds above the sky vomit blooms beneath the grass
A chance for truth-solidarity stupefied by loneliness

Once a week, the chair executes a felon
From wielding a knife to threatening a family
Without bail, police stood with loaded bullets
After the sweat, blood, tears, and stolen wallets

An angel must fall apart after the execution of a sacred son
Most harmful, yet still dubious, filled with comfort
They walk in circles when they have time to live under the sun
Whether walking or resting in a cell, books stay overdue with a confession

An alter-ego went to the city in the night’s bloom
It must return before the morning breeze shadows your guilt
Had we met before I married, I could have been your sinning groom
Meeting children only in dreams, an envy of those who haven't held a hilt

A man left with a death sentence
Who cannot finish his own repentance

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