The Exam

Words written in scrambled lines lines filled with words words that determined my fate fate of my grade. A war that began 13 weeks ago with hope and nothing but hope we hoped the river to cross bore a smile not cross there is nothing false about hope right? Words written in scrambled lines lines hidden by the brownish red of the cover lines hidden in between words lines that tested my faith and won. Here comes he, the man with the golden pen searching for lines, scrambled lines lines hidden beyond human sight but he, he that bore the golden pen was not human. A war that began 13 weeks ago just ended for he, he whose line was found with lines scrambled beyond recognition lines filled with words words that sealed his fate. The man with the golden pen walked towards me my mind beat, my heart went blank he yielded in his hands power to write lines scrambled lines that could end this war the war that began 13 weeks ago. My lines found, my fate sealed but the truth still sets free "Sir i wrote these lines" truly the truth still sets free free from the end of the war. How can a man wish for his war to not end but wait to the last minute, when it comes to a dead-end they said only the dead have seen the end of war well, i have seen the end of war the question is will i live again?