The actions she took,
To get away from you,
were louder than words,
You're gonna choke on the truth.
Powerless to break free,
She hung from a rope and that broke me,
I feel I'll suffer the same fate,
I've suffered unto your faith.
Arguing is useless even though I'm right,
I didn't know she would snap,
But I knew that she might,
I face the same death tonight.
But I have dignity,
It's all the same disgruntled story,
This world and these people have begun to bore me.
So I'll make a plea to the herds,
And maybe it will be louder than words.
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This Lost Heathen
PuisiA poem in the form of a concept album based around an atheist named Christian In a devoutly religious town.
