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"And in prison shall thy soul rot By God thee unfaithful wretch" Was the last he heard As he was removed from his cot His walk now a small depressing trot
His dinner was nothing but a rat As most usual, the guards must've consumed His daily bread And now they hid it behind their hat And their round belly, fat.
His families pleas forsaken His hand removed from his woman His babe crying in her hands And their bellows shaken And all new hope awaken, broken
Wretched? I think not For the country I served And strived to die Wretched? Why think that thee alot May life peaceful for his children be alot
His prayers left his parched lip A runaway tear shed A shaking hand now slowly limp His head slowly dip His mind reminded of his cozy crib
To his country, was he ever so faithful But consider him a spy Why would thee? Aren't his Majesty, truly ungrateful?
As his last breath escaped his lung His head rewinding Life, the Lord gave him, rung Like distant memories Perfect as rungs
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