Another poem

Well, here I am, at school, at the beginning of the last of three unexpected free periods, with no homework that can be done here. So what do I do? I decide to post the poem I wrote during my other two free periods. Kudos to Zoe (not Squeak, other Zoe) for helping me work out the thievery lines. I also apologize in advance for screwy syntax.

I write this locked inside a cell
For I was shut away as mad.
But is that which we all condemn
To hell in truth so bad?

Sir Charles Darwin theorized
That natural selection will
Produce a stronger breed. Why not
One well prepared to kill?

I write this locked inside a cell....

Though hate emboldens, drives to deed,
We all denounce such deeds as crimes.
But hate, above all else, endures
Throughout the changing times.

I write this locked inside a cell....

We take, we rob, all to obtain
The tools which can improve our lives.
The thief is one who dearly for
Self-preservation strives.

I write this locked inside a cell....

We lock away our murderers
In foolish, vain attempts to stall
That most unstoppable of fates:
The death that comes to all.

I write this locked inside a cell....

Sir Thomas Hobbes described our lives
As nasty, brutish, short, and poor.
What difference makes it whether we
Do not or do make war?

I write this locked inside a cell....

Atop our list of heinous crimes
We place the act of genicode.
I've said before: your death will come.
You'll have no chance to hide.

I write this locked inside a cell....

Those fools extoll the joys of life,
And to their will they make me bend.
But when you've passed I promise you
You will forget it in the end.

I write this locked inside a cell....

The force of evil lets one say,
"Before my fellows must come I."
And in this world where dog eats dog,
To evil turn or die.

I write this locked inside a cell
For I was shut away as mad.
But that which we condemn to hell
Is not, in truth, so bad.