Sunday, 2 November 2008

The Death Of Liberty

Like the cage enclosing a prowling lion,
Domestic walls of narrow mindedness stretch,
Enclosing unsuspecting victims,
In solitary darkness.

The melancholy melody that permeates the air,
Speaks the thoughts of those imprisoned,
The gloomy fate of those affected,
By the emperor's Green Worm.

The fate of the world is sealed,
Evil surpassing good by far,
The lone candle that was a flickering beacon of hope,
Is now engulfed in eternal darkness.
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