Accused of something I did not
My death day has come
They put the noose around my neck
I am pushed up upon a step
A barrel below me
But I cannot see
A sack tied around my head
I can feel the hot blade graze me
Laughter in the crowd
This is entertainment
Tears prick my eyes
I'm about to die, accused of something I did not
My hands tremble behind my back
The barrel is swiftly kicked
As I stand there, hanging in the wind
Swaying with the wind
The killed an innocent
I was an innocent, but not believed
I now sway in the wind with others
We were innocent
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Poems!
PoetrySo this is a book of poems that I have written - my old account was XxLovePoetryxX so this is me still. But again a lot of these are from when I was younger (at least the first few) some of them are also from now a days. Warning updates will be a b...
