Condemned.
I wrote this about a year ago...
"Rise" said the man. A man bound to all, so high in spirit, my depression trembles before him. "To what?" is the response. No more speech, nothing left to be said. the question is always unanswered, but that’s because it never existed. It was never meant to, but these lips touched it. a fatal taste burst forth and at once it was known. Worthlessness ripped my throat out, and my head bowed before Him. My tears broke the dust and laughter spewed forth. The last bit of sanity spread its wings, and at once, where everything existed with possibility, what was left was The Fallen. And from those cast down a new breath arises, cold, stale, and full of shadows of emotion, with hope scorching their veins.
A cry rings the hallows, Those with ears keep sleeping, and those with nightmares awaken. The drums follow to aware the rest, a march has begun. Until the hour of the hanging approaches there will be no rest.
Bloodlust is the tension in the air. The judgment, the holding, happens with such haste, to make only the hopeful wonder if he even had a chance. For four days wrath will feast upon the heathen, known only as such in Hell. His existence slowly dissipates, and his heart is ripe with no one to bare his emotion. The tears never stop, the pain never relinquished, only adjusted to. Fate grasped at him, and only him, for he comes alone. That is how he came through life, and how he arrives in death. And now he has nothing, not even himself. His mind robbed by the scholars, His heart stolen by the *****, His voice by his family, and his blood, his life by himself. Yet now he cries. Now he understands. Now he believes. How can it ever be too late? And yet it was, and always will be.
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If you have the ability to do what is right, you have the responsibility to do so as well.
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