Today is my fifth day in Scorpion prison, and the stories about this place have served it an injustice. Nothing in those tales can truly describe and reflect the degree of terror and darkness that encapsulates this place. But that darkness isn’t bred from what they do to the inmates here but from what happens in court before people are landed in this miserable slammer. And I can tell you know that I do not deserve to be here. My arrest and the charges pressed against me are all nothing but lies—pure filthy lies imposed by the assumable holy and innocent justice system.
I sit now, my back stiff and cold from the floor beneath me, with my hands writing as fast as I can using the light that escapes from my cell window. And I reminisce on the day a 70-year-old man wearing a robe throwing his wooden gavel, declaring me guilty with no right, ordering security to take me to my cell. To the hell where souls are supposed to be purified. How can something clean be purified once more? Those in the justice system claim to be holy, to be souls in heaven. Whilst those they judge are to be damned for eternity based on their parameters. I don’t know who will read this, but I ask you, can one be so-called ‘purified’ in places filled with nothing but with lies and sin? Attempts to mix well with bad and vice with virtue are equivalent to attempts to mix water with oil, all in vain. And despite my hope for true justice to prevail, I am left here, forgotten in the place with damned souls waiting to be ‘purified’ till eternity.
Author's note:
This journal entry is written from the perspective of a man who has been imprisoned for a crime that he did not commit. The law system tells him that prison is the place for purifying his soul and his alleged sin. His cell becomes his purgatory that is surrounded with lies and corruption on behalf of the justice system.
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