In the heart of Indiana’s rolling hills,
where freedom is but a distant memory,
lies a world of iron bars and concrete walls,
a place where time stands still.

In the prison yard, men pace back and forth,
their faces etched with stories of regret,
each one a broken soul,
trapped in a cycle of pain and despair.

The guards watch with weary eyes,
keeping peace in this world of chaos,
their voices echoing through...