Stillness;
Quiet sound,
Echoes across the chamber walls,
No voices can be heard,
No absurd sounds disturbing the slumber of the working slaves that break at this time,
This hour,
Second,
Or minute.
The bell tolls,
A voice speaks,
Several hearts are broken,
Shattered,
Tattered,
Tortured as the are forced to work in their stations;
Humiliation begins to take it's toll on the bold,
The noble,
And the glorious.
A preposterous statement it is,
The statement to be,
When the fallen slave's soul screams,
At a thousand decibels and makes you cringe,
and your ears bleed internally.
However,
It's a joyous sound,
To the bonded man made free,
As his cuff links are shattered,
And his wrists can be cleansed from dirt once more,
His clothing has been made from tattered and ripped up to clean and pure as snow,
And he no longer has to hear the sound,
The sound of when the bell tolls.
AU: Unfortunately, I still gotta hear that bell... Gotta love that drive through bell going off with fast food, right?? DX anyways, I hope you enjoy this one! I gotta busy day ahead of me today, let me know what you think! :) PLEASE! Don't ghost read, COMMENT! Favorite! Message me about what you like so far! :D you are all amazing, and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise! :)
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A Publication to last Generations || a collection of poetry ||
Puisihey hey hey! I've decided to start a new book of poetry, even though my others aren't completed yet lol :P soooo, for this book I'm gonna write whatever I choose to write about that doesn't coincide with my other books. I hope you enjoy! :)
