To Weave the Hangman's Rope

~~~We the People Seriest~~~] We sow what we weave as we weave a woven cloth. May it be from threads of kindness; and not of uttered wroth. May peace, goodwill, and joy be the only words spoken; while the threads are being bounded__ and tightly interwoven. We pray that love is the strongest thread of this mighty rope. We ask for a few stitches of happiness and a few of healthy hope. Let us find a strand of salvation, and the entire breath of its' scope. A thread so bright it shines its light from here to kingdom come. And when were are done but not outdone, together All as one; let us light the flames of justice so it completely goes up in smoke. We need to send a message that the rope you weaves' aware; it's for you as you desire; and of your own personal affair. For all the efforts you put in it; is the only things you'll achieve. To give of it what you'll get from it; is the only things you'll receive. As for now your fate is sealed; sadly you have much to grieve. There's no getting out of it, unless there's a miracle up your sleeve. May I say so, that you failed to know__ just how the story goes; that each of us are the cost of our personal pain, worry and woes. By the cruel and evil things that__ from your very mouth was said; had fluffed pillows and spread the sheets from your very own bed. Around your neck the rope is tied tightly in a knotted loop. But our love redeemed answered prayers, and you're taken in one quick swoop. To hang a man is horrible; and never should be done. If you wish it upon anyone; may it be you as the one.