**Resume the session...**
I mumble letters and recall my virtues—
I am both the killer and the slain in secret.
The judge shouted, "Raise your head, you insect! Confess and unburden yourself!"
"How much did they pay you, Your Honor? I won't pay more.
I'm just curious—how much does it take to sell justice to mankind?"
Now the prison guard drags me to a solitary cell reeking of decay.
Curse you! I'm used to it in my own room. I'm not afraid.
I'll write "Malek" on your walls,
but I won't create a nation to follow me.
They'll only say, "If only Malek would return one day."
**Day One in my cell:**
Voices of damnation: "Why did you kill yourself, anyway?"
I rise like a madman and shout,
"You would have killed me anyway! Perhaps taking my own life was the cure!"
**Day Two:**
I've never loved the feminine "F" so much—don't wrong me again.
I speak of cursed freedom—hah! You see, Mother,
I told you I'd never marry. I wouldn't make MY Father a grandfather.
**Day Three:**
The war of the insane consumes me within these four walls.
They tighten around me; no escape, only a way in.
No god exists in this place—or if He does, He simply doesn't intervene.
-And my case transferred to the Court of Cassation-