the End
By tinkdarkchyld
A chill breeze breaks across the turbulant tide.
A murmer rolls beneath the star studded sky.
A child cries.
A heart breaks.
A mourner alone seals their fate.
Oh mercy so sincere,
Release my chains.
I paid my due,
I've drunk my fill.
Lashes of 50 and 10,
Rip screams from the children of men.
Come death and lift the veil,
Deliver us, from this our Hell.
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© 2009 tinkdarkchyld