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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Running down the street, away from the mob. My bloodied and torn feet, cause me to sob. What did I do, who are these men? Is all this true, did I commit a sin? The night scorched, by my burning lord. Though my loved ones torched, should I take up my sword? These ghosts continue their hunt, shouting for my death. Another glorious stunt, leaves me short of breath. Shall I leave, and walk in the shadows? Shall I believe, and hang from the gallows? None ever escape, how could I flee? Women subjected to rape, all because of me? The decision so hard, what would my hero do? My thoughts so scarred, on this day I rue. I'll run to the seas, away from this all. They'll not hear my pleas, for I shall not fall. Yet as I realize they shouldn't win, I turn myself in. Iwalk among the carnage, trying not to cry. Bottle up my rage, with head held high. What have I done wrong, to deserve this? I'll sing my last song, though something is amiss. Sitting in this hell, awaiting my Lord to take. I cry in this cell, though I tried not to break. Please don't worry, I'll tke this to my grave. No one will help me, no one shall save. I walk towards Death, yet I'm no longer afraid. In my last breath, I spoke though these tears I've made. The rope rest upon my neck, I'm part of this show. With one last check, the executioner lets go. I stare out one last time, at the crowd. I've commited no crime, yet they're so damn proud. I let Death take me, away from this world of hate. They at last see, my innocence asphyxiate.
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