Literature
As I Sit in My Cell
Brick by brick stone by stone did I make these walls around me? What did I do to deserve this turmoil did I not pay my tithe, pray to God, respect my wife? For some reason God has turned his back on me in anger, yet what did I do? An angry God is not always a just God. I guess my retribution for my sins is this, but there is a part of the Lord’s Prayer that I hold close to my heart¬¬¬, “Forgive us our trespasses and deliver us from evil.” Oh how I wish I could be delivered now. Though the evils are not mine. Mr. Ewell’s got his evils in the palm of his hand. Liquor travels fast in a guilty man, faster than