Clockwork Machines

Still in shackles tragic and lonely, 

I was exposed for a phony.

Still on the run, I'm unfairly branded a thief.

The judge lied to me straight through his teeth.

Laughing away his reality, 

For a single tragic fallibility.

My only defense rests at his home,

No evidence to call my own.

Said I would hang on taxpayer's gold,

When all I ever wanted was a hand to hold.

As I ran away, the rabbles were completely mislead,

Said that I should be try pushing daisies instead.

And even though I can never look back.

I can keep my distance and stay on track.

For the judge will get his just due one day.

And when he does, I will be forever away.

In all honesty life is better than it seems.

Underground beneath clockwork machines.

And even though I can take it a day at a time,

Millions can take many days without trying.

But as long as I remain pure and true,

A warm promise of respite long overdue.

The time it took wasn't very long if nothing else.

For the the grandest opportunity presented itself.

I pray only that this plot doesn't go global,

For at my mercy now was that lying noble.

He was bound and gagged in the salt mines.

A little reminder that he lived in our trying times.

My final verdict for the judge was a fate worse than death.

His tongue was thus removed and the cave shook as I left.