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As I climb the hallowed stairs
Time seems to stop
It goes on forever
The crowd is cheering
What hipocrites
They'd never
Stop to think about it
They call me a murderer
Yet they cheer at my death
Rotten pigs
At last, I've reached the top
The pinnacle of my death,
And the executioner, whisky he swigs
Probably to make it easier
He can say 'I was drunk
I didn't mean to kill'
The rope is cold, rough
It's a perfect fit around my neck
The crowd is going to get a thrill
The drums start beating
In perfect synchronization
With my still-alive heart
The executioner places his hand on the lever
But as he pulls
I say something as I depart
Which shocks this crowd
I am thought to be mute, dumb,
Unable to speak even a simple word
But what I say is
I am innocent
And they heard
They know
But it's too late
The executioner pulls the lever
And the crowd suddenly hushes
I hear a faint snap
And it's all over...
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- Title: The Hanging
- Artist: Kricitt
- Description: I wrote this a few weeks ago, and I'm posting it on Gaia to see what kind of feedback I get. I did post this on DeviantArt earlier (Just in case plagiarism or all that)
- Date: 11/30/2008
- Tags: hanging kricitt
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Comments (2 Comments)
- writervsworld - 02/10/2009
- ya i agree i like it, but screw grammer, i got the picture. ya, y did they beleive at the last minute? watever it's cool though!
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- Kanashimi-Fuyu - 11/30/2008
- This poem was very descriptive, you should add to grammatical marks so the reader understands how it is suppose to be read that way we the readers feel the poem, we will be able to feel the narrator. Do you understand? I wonder why the audience has believed at the last moment. Well done I like it. smile
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