From cell block nine

I am released,

For a narrow window of time.

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Cell Block Nine

Narrow Window of Time

With burlap covering my eyes

And my hands cuffed behind my back,

The guard knows I

Cannot attack.

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With confidence he leads the way.

Not a word do I dare say.

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My senses tell me I’m in a long corridor

But we have not yet passed through a door.

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A Long Corridor

Door

When suddenly the guard’s grasp

Upon my arm adjusts

And I hear the rusty sound of metal.

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I recognize the sound,

My memory serves me well

Inside this prison’s hell.

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Prison’s Hell

I feel a hand now press my head,

This is my cue to bend.

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I’m told to take another step

And with that step

I fear the place I may be near.

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But finally the guard decides

For…