Lowered on pyramid
Cradled above death
Slowly inflicting pain
Tearing open from the inside
Mocking laughter
Turns away in detest
The prisoner ridiculed
A bad show at best
Never coming back
Anxiety sweeps through the croud
Should this be allowed?
They silently think aloud
A testament to human faith
Left pondering crowds
How far will this go?
Victim burns in their eyes
The crowd comes alive
Piercing screams of agony
Dissected temple realm
For all to delight
Something doesn't seem right
Laws of man are not divine
Yet, they watch blood fill tonight
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 13th, 2025 18:12
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
A most interesting read with feelings of mans arrogance nicely said
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