Father John felt the orange juice running down the paper

He heared the guards yelling as they rushed by

He saw the lunch that was discusting and tasted like rotten egg

He could smell the bread that he had

He felt really sad

He looked at his hands were freezing and cold

He escaped as fast as a cheater

He could taste the bitter lonelines in the air

He had to use a rope to escape

He could hear people yelling in prison like traped birds

When he escaped he saw all the waves coming in past

He could see lots of people in prison and ouside the window