Tears of blood is all they took,
Upon a casted shadow,
Words were spoken, truth was dark,
Catastrophic fires without a spark.
A round and round a merry go ride,
Alas but not to swallow ones pride.
Lead me to the wolf to death,
As the multitude holds their breath.
Run a rope around my neck,
As I uselessly fight back.
And drop me like a cigarette butt,
On the blackened hard cement.
As the multitude nods and laughs in a lost regress.
- Author: RSM (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 28th, 2024 06:19
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
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