Eternity begins in prison, the iron gates crashing behind me
Crashing like the jaw of a hungry beast
Like the jaws of the hungry beasts that surround me
I know these animals hunger for my flesh, my blood, my life
Perhaps I will survive, if I become like them
Survival requires choices we'd rather not make
Eventually, even the weak can become fierce
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Kyle Cejka
Kyle Cejka is an incarcerated author whose profile is facilitated by his Wife, Cydnie. He lacks direct internet access, but is determined to fulfill his lifelong dream of being a world-reknowned bestselling author despite any obstacles.
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A lovely Acrostic poem.