The Judge said,
in a deep voice,
"Do you have,
any final words,
before I tell you your sentence".
The defendant stood up and spoke.
"Your honor, I know that you,
the jourey, this courtroom, and
probably everyone else,
in this country,
thinks that I am guilty of committing,
a crime.
I probably even look as though,
I committed a crime.
Still I stand by what I said.
I am innocent.
Still, I am not mad.
Sentenced or not,
I do not care.
I am not afraid of anything.
Nevertheless, I do know,
that Jesus will always,
be by myside
no matter where I am",
the defendant said.
the defendant pointed his finger,
to the judge and said,
"As for you all...
I pray that you,
know Jesus,
and that you all,
ask for his forgivness".
- Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 3rd, 2018 22:01
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
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