Death Spares Not The Wicked One

Wrathful creature, vengence is mine to uphold

Silence your putred tongue

You are the chosen Wicker man, I toss you to the dancing flames

For too long you have let lies spew from your mouth like a festered sore

A man backed by the masses, you are Legion, for you are many

All nations gather round and listen to a tale of promise, of hope

Send the drones to battle, watch the dead stack the dead

Sit and watch on your throne of thorns

Send them home from battle into a far worse war that exists in the mind

Apply one phrase to justify all the blood shed and anguish

Power is your only alliance

You have judged unwisely and now you must be judged

There is no hope for you, forsaken heretic

The people speak loudly and they speak of justice

The people have turned against you

The shadows are gathering beneath you

Follow closely heretic whilest I guide you on your final journey

Charon awaits for you to board his vessel.

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Rachie.


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