After half a brick
In the local slammer
I’m starting to understand religion
I’m grossly uncomfortable
With the conditions of my life
But I’m strangely happy
Because I have hope
That things will get better
When I finish my time
The opiate of the masses
Makes sense when
The promise of something better
A reward for your suffering
Is promised
And even expected
Hope numbs the pain
And you can shoulder your burden
When heaven awaits
When the pain is too much
Live in hope
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