cold, i wait in a damp cell. it does not matter. i am not a part of their spoils. i will not participate in their corruption. i will not be an accomplice to their compromises.

there's a shadow just behind me. shrouding every step i take, making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. waiting like a stalking butler, who upon the finger rests. murder now the pattern, must we, just because the son has come. jesus, won't you fucking whistle, something but the past and done?