Bingo

I don’t know what time it is.  The lights stay on in this place 24 hours a day, and there are no windows.  I can ask that officer when she comes around the check the cells.  I have 26 days left till they give me the needle.  That preacher comes around every day now and ask me if I want to talk, and release my sins.  He says I should turn my life over to God, ain’t that a pile of shit!  If God has all this power, then why does he send that little worm around to save my soul, as if it were worth a fuck anyway?   Even if I had a soul,  I couldn’t buy a roll up cigarette with it.  That preacher says that right now,  my soul is in the hands of the devil,  and that I’m on the road to Hell.  I told him if all that’s real, I’ll be stoking the fire for his monkey ass until he gets there, too.  There is no  God, there is no devil, there is no Heaven or Hell.   I won’t ever ask for forgiveness for anything that I’ve done.  Simply put,  my only remorse is that I got caught.  I woke from a good dream that I had a little while ago.  I dreamed that a dog came into my cell.  It was a mangy mongrel dog that I had when I was a kid……….

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