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THE WITCH HUNT

Poetry By: Soulmirror
Poetry


injustice


Submitted:Oct 8, 2011    Reads: 29    Comments: 6    Likes: 2   


Thro' the mist I can see your face
Laughing loud, saying my name
Set before the masses to witness my pain

Forgotten remorse
Graved deep in the ones which
Shed their blood of innocence
Just because of your ignorance

Take a torch, put me down
Make the bed for the unknown
Light the fire and enjoy the groans of the caged soul
My ghost gives in
The screams are all that remains of me
Melting away this stake is my grave
Before the curtains of Hell I watch my end

Dead to pain
Soul embraced with the flames
Sets free its final breath, rising above the blames and misery
Lives again so happy with a smile
My love was so virgin and strong
Too deep for you it was just wrong…

Disgusting and unfair
You made up their fates
Stronger than death
We will breathe again

Dead to pain
Soul moves to where nothing is the same
Where sun forever shines
Dreams always last
Lives again so happy with a smile
My love was so virgin and strong
Too deep for you it was just wrong…





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