Your Room Of Courts 1

When you had charge of me and you allowed me to be raped not once or twice but so many times i lost my self but being lost i refused to become like you. and Where did i go from there to here and did you not leave me lost in between. hoping i would die.. and your lawyers ask me why... why did i not leave...and being confused as you knew i was, as i said because you put me there... was that not what you wanted..to be done.. and being without hope... is hope the black pit of time.. between life and death... elapsed the days the months, each year that passed in blackness such is death untill that spark of light returned is dull and not bright. and the lawyer unlike Solomons 'Kings' did ask. did not hope deliver you up, unto us now. confused again i could but ask. but was it not without hope that you put they upon me to keep me without faith and where was the hope as my bones were given up to they whom you knew. even more confused i ask.. being brought back unto you perhaps there is a misunderstanding as too why it was i endured it.