Every day I put my self in the court of my conscious to begin a trial for what I've done to my self!
Every day I'm trying to find a way to convince the judge to forgive me!
Every day I'm seeking for evidences to prove my innocence... or at least to prove that I'm not guilty!
Every day I walk into the courtroom, stand before the judge, he reads the charges, I accept them all, and He sentenced me to cry.
He sentenced me to cry because there is no other ways. He doesn't sentence me to die.. I'ts stupid to kill an stupid boy for he's stupidity... crying till the tear gives its place to the blood will be a better punishment...
Everyday the only words that I can say to the judge are these..
"Have Mercy On Me, I'm A Sinner"
But Before being a sinner I'm a fool and there is no Mercy for Fools, Having Mercy on them is ways more foolish than fools foolish works.
anyway, one day he will take the charges off me.