lifeless corps in a dark void,
useless in life or death,
bloodless void without a soul,
limp and dying with nothing to hold,
was once a beutifull window of hope,
now laying there by a nuse on a rope,
family crying tears of sadness replaced by what was once joy,
burning and charing in a hopless void of burning corpses,
the people scream and yell upon vingionce as they star,
raising the pitchforks and shovels in the midnight air,
darkness consumes them,
they dont care !
ignorance swept among the people caused by greed and the unknown,
a hellstorm arose and people stormed and sense went out the window,
after the crows of childrens darkenss arose,
in the town of salem,
what was once a happy place were all was free,
the church decided to impale the hearts of another bielife,
crime they said! sin they said!
the serpants child!
they must pay!
well crime has been done and nothing has become,
crime was paid,
and time has stayd right at the window !
life is ubundant and so is the soul, eternal in life and in strife,
rite at the window!
Copyright © Robert Gapen | Year Posted 2005
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