Of Man And God

You are imprisoned inside your own head,
Your judgment and perception are deceived.
You sleep on dampened floors and just eat bread,
That's if your stories are to be believed.
The shirt upon your back is all you've got.
And everyone you've ever loved has died.
They're falsified memories, and they're not
Yours. And now everyone knows that you lied.
It's terrible because you were once good.
The loveliest soul one could hope to meet.
Then you were caught and frozen where you stood.
We saw you then for what you are: a cheat.
You are the prisoner without parole,
I pray that God has mercy on your soul.