Slave of Slaves.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about destiny and death.

Submitted: May 03, 2010

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Submitted: May 03, 2010



By lust and pain this child was swayed,
His vision - unfaithfully lost and decayed,
By all what he knew, he was deeply betrayed,
His caring and love people around him happily slayed,
So no more he will fight for the once loved,
Into a senseless ghoul he had been made.

He gets pulled by a leash into the crowd,
They throw mean phraces into his blended mind,
His master proudly hit him and happily bowed,
As the boy continues his escape plan to grind,
Unnoticing the threat people throw bread to him,
And laugh in their cold, artificial whim.

The night came with screaming shadows,
As the child ripped his chains completely apart,
He ran as fast as he could through the violet meadows,
As the guards to run for him were about to start,
He happily remained running towards his freedom.

He got so far, he could never be found,
Staring into the eyes of the future,
He went to a quiet and peaceful ground,
He completed his dream and became famous,
His old enemies took a notice of that,
And they sent an executioner in a dark black hat.

The now young man didn't know a thing,
But he felt bad around him something,
He stayed in his house of heavenly peace,
As the executioners distance continued to decrease.

The sun was shining and the birds singing,
As death his final minutes was bringing,
All happiness this day was repelling,
But he continued with his apple gathering,
Suddenly, a stab in his straight back,
On the ground fell his of apple full sack,
His soul left him in a darkness black,
And his body forever remained burried below his own shack.

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