Have you ever imagined how,
it feels like to be the chosen one?
When brought up to the guillotine,
under the burning sun!
Just a microsecond before,
the lusturous blade fell on you,
the tremors and quakes in your heart,
nobody ever knew.
The good time has departed,
when you used to cherish.
Now the time has arrived,
for you to perish.
Maybe you're being made a scapegoat,
you didnt commit any crime.
None of them is ever concerned,
you're over with your time.
The doorways of death will be open,
once you hear the bell.
Who knows which gates are open,
of heaven or of hell?
When the time was ripe,
you never agreed upon being supervised.
Its too late to pay for your sins,
you are to be sacrificed.
The bell strikes,you get up with a jerk
and see a pool of red.
Far apart from the rest of the body,
lies a lonely head!
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Wow! Wow! Hey very good stuff da. You have maintained the rhyming scheme man. THAT is something which I struggle to do!
And very nice theme. Was reading a novel where the protagonist is scapegoated, this rung a bell. Nice one!
Intense. Very.
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