Prisoner #4353 tells his confessor
I spent my life learning how to die
My days slowly collapsed, falling
All my minutes passed so I scream
Life was torment, a treason inside
I begged, asked for grace, crawling
Nightmares shredded every dream
Nothing remained on my final day
If my world needs to torment me
I needed to accept the punishment
Grace for a need, mercy from me
What matters to withhold either
Nothing, I am just passing by
Nothing lasting, I'm dust, never more
I am dust, impermanent, not of worth
A grain of dust wasted on Earth
Genesis 3:19
ESV
19 By the sweat of your face
you shall eat bread,
till you return to the ground,
for out of it you were taken;
for you are dust,
and to dust you shall return.”
