cuz y'all know i can't stay away from the dream smp i done made myself cry
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The seconds between death are
the most important to have.
they last longer, stretch afar,
off to the distance of a life worth half.
Seconds between death seem
quite easier than coming back,
what is more comforting than lively green
but the darkness of solid black?
Seconds between death defeat
the happiness of your mind's escape
a false reality and lying dreams
and thoughts of outsmarting fate.
Seconds between death solve
problems that you'd thought done
a solution as my demons evolve
to mask his fallen son
Seconds between death look
down at those not deemed worthy,
no second chance, no running brook,
as the salmon swim fast to the sea
Seconds between death burn
as flags in the blood red dawn
a flaming yearn, as kings will turn,
with the hope of the rebels soon gone.
Seconds between death fade
as something they'll never compare
a glinting blade, a rosy braid
and the rebel soldiers prepare
Seconds between death meet
as the people in the crowd
they turn to complete, the child they greet,
a traitor to the tyrant, loud.
Seconds between death cage
as the yellow walls that hold
confined, the child, and you will rage
for soon the small hands will lay cold.
Seconds between death attack
as fast as the betrayal could, too
a hand kept you back, you could've kept track
maybe prevented the impending doom.
Seconds between death fly
in rockets of blue, white and crimson
the shocking cries, the heartbreaking lies
that he survived the golden prison.
Seconds between death hurt
like the feeling of seeing him there
a flight from the roof, for you cannot desert
the one friend that always would care.
Seconds between death become
aware that perhaps it was wrong
that your mentor is numb, the ominous hum
of the fuse singing a murderous song.
Seconds between death ache
as you run from the life-changing scene
you must remain, with the land that you've made,
because all you've done is flee.
Seconds between death decide
that you won't abandon him here,
unstable in mind, men on the inside,
with explosives planted too near.
Seconds between death will be
what proves the success of the mission,
plans A, B and even plan C
to delay the final decision.
Seconds between death view
raises and falls of the armies
there's plenty to do, it's all up to you,
who's the traitor of the rebellious party?
Seconds between death count
down to the final last breath
a sixteenth fount, a secret account
that ends in victory or death.
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YOU ARE READING
Life Through A Seaglass Lens
PoetryPoetry- found by many but all so different. This is how I find it, through a camera lens of soft foggy green, a rhyming stanza of all I've seen. I am going to die by my own terms, facing whatever being shaped my soul, weapons out and teeth bared, o...
