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The Decision

the room stinks of anticipation
as strong as you'd smell at a hanging
where hypocrites condemn a  thief
while they steal his breath

a girl walks through the foyer
towards this place where we're all sat
as she thinks about the future
she slows her steps

I don't think she can face us
she's much too scared and much too proud
but still I bate my breath
with all the rest

she strolls through the doorway
and tastes an air of purpose that seems much too thin
i guess it's hard to swallow 
the purpose of death

she drops to her knees and screams
for God to kill us or forgive us, one
but we don't need forgiveness
we did what we thought best

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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