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A Mob
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Volume Three A Mob
A mob forms right outside my window,
torches in hand, they want to purify my soul.
As if I were a devil, just some witch.
Burn me at the stake, or just hang me from a bridge.
Just know and understand that I will still live.
I can hear the chanting, the roars of the crowd.
Murder without trial is what their preaching aloud,
guilty until innocent, in this the land of regret.
Chains around my waist, shackles around my hands and feet.
Marched out before the mob of mad men, Sheep I get to meet
and on this blackened day, it just had to rain.
Hung before a jury of the guilty, sung a song of pain.
That before the day was out, and the night was new,
hope will prevail as the seed of truth already grew.
The night is bitter and cold as the fire flickers before my eyes
to be sacrificed on the alter of greed and that of lies.
Hypocrites and sinners each and everyone of them.
Yet if they could, hell is where I'd be condemned.
There is a mob right outside my door,
violence in their hearts, it's a witch hunt and they crave more....
hey
i love this poem, it's awsome please keep up the good work
Thank you, your kind words
Thank you, your kind words mean a lot to me! :) and I havent given up writing yet so dont plan on stopping anytime soon :D
Wow I like this a lot. Very
Wow I like this a lot. Very cool words, though different topic. Lol
Rhyming was good, and well written. :)
-Elfy*
haha yeah it kinda fits in
haha yeah it kinda fits in with what I normally write, but a real challange would be to write something completely not my style. I've only done that a few times and failing miserbly I always ended up twisting it into my own style.. Irony... hahaha