By every passing hour
HIs soul they devour
Laying shackled in agony
Features contorted by misery
Left shamed for all to see
His face still haunts me
Such anguish only time could etch
Turned from monarch to wretch
A living example of past folly
What sins if not (un)holy?
It's all a matter of perspective
Why not give him the doubt and the benefit?
Once bound to the stake
Turn to the pitch black lake
Peer into its depths and pray
So the soul does not further decay
guess today is not your lucky day
A victim of the false circumstance
Around the blaze rubbernecks dance
Adding fuel to the fire is the sage
Making the whole world his stage
He spreads his lies and deceit
To such treachery must truth be forfeited?
Any who dare speak are branded
To burn is what's demanded!
When intellect bows to visceral fear
Thoughts are often obscured and made unclear
Amidst the ensuing chaos
No one takes the time to pause
survey each and every precious flaw
Discerning true meaning
of the creators innermost feeling
That which gnaws at the edge
Shall help the sheep climb up the ledge
Only to fall to their doom
The presence of insincerity looms
Let not your faith be the judge
Be it prejudice or a grudge
No good will ever come of it
With age, information is decrepit
And there shall come a time when
profit and purpose will split
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PoetryYou'll see soon enough. Please note that..if something is dedicated to you..it does not necessarily mean that the piece is about you..... "The true identity of happiness is pain." "Tragic is my kind of magic."
