The fate of an innocent
Little does he know
Little does it show
The path that was set for him to take
The choice he shall be forced to make
To leave his life behind for an even greater power
Alone he awaits the fate that has been endowed upon him
A fate he did not choose
A fate he dreams to loose
A fate that has yet to be revealed to him
His evanescent spirit slowly taking hold upon his worthless unworthy shell
Screaming and pleading he crawls
"A life!" he begs for
"My own!" he pleads more
Silence is the only reply
Oh how the mighty rule upon sturdy lies
The iron heel of an unjustly noble crashing upon your fingers
The golden staff they weild as if they needed it to walk
The burning whip across your back
The "royal soul" you somehow lack
Indeed your mind is the only weapon
The only thing left keeping you from another day in the gallows
The crow perched upon one's shoudler
Standing stiff as if a soldier on holy ground
"'Tis mine rightful place to pluck out thy eye! 'Tis where I shall stay!"
The crow would tort in a mocking way
And so shall the noble beating in your skull with a club
The man still waits for the glory he deserves
"Put thy King or thy guards through this and say they do not think the same!"
Oh but none shall care of you for you are a lowly peasant who has stolen food to survive in this harsh world
Is it such a crime to have your own mind?
To have the knowledge of this isolated world
And the knowledge of what the world is isolated from
A pity...
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Life Poetry
PoetryAll of the poems I write into this book is a collaboration of old and new poems that I write, or have written throughout my life. Some will be funny, some romantic, depressing and even just random. There is no way to tell what might inspire me nex...
