Just like I said, the other poem will follow. Enjoy this one.
Told my tale Did my time Stand at the gallows For my crime
Mask is lowered Noose is raised Limp body swings Hollow eyes gaze
Soul escaping From the dust Leave my body Here to rust
Spirit rising Starts to fly All through life You're fated to die
Face of iron Boots of lead an undead soul which victims dread
another life for the outlaw i were things that i feel pain they incurr
The gallow pole is set once more Death is that Which i adore
Another joins in The hanged mans game Death and life Are one and the same
Destroying the weak Killing the strong Not justifying That which was wrong
Dead for a reason reason defined by the laws of man upheld by mankind
Hanging rope The executioners blade Damned to eternity For those i have slain
Life once were cherished Glad to see gone The people are free From he who did wrong
Rises again In a form not the same Taking his toll Just playing a game
Cant destroy evil Just cant be done The good in the world Don't know how to have fun
He causes death Is killed in return Is this the justice For which we all yearn?
Killing the evil Just as unjust For you've become evil You're soul is now touched.
Lexis_Devil · Thu Apr 21, 2005 @ 12:47pm · 1 Comments |