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Jun 2015
Born in the fabric of time.
An eternal being.
I hold all knowledge.
Everything worth seeing.

I've taken different forms.
To teach the many.
I've paid my dues.
I've given you plenty.

You wish to take more.
Greed pours from your skin.
You've gotten rich.
From selling your kin.

You've slaved and slain.
Done it all in a flurry.
I meant to protect you.
For that I'm truly sorry.

You've been hard done.
As you lay there imprisoned.
Know they do me worse.
More than any have envisioned.

There is no hell.
Only that by humans.
I tell you with certainty.
I planted the heavens.

They hold me in a prison.
A humanly hellish holding cell.
A close kept secret.
Your kind will never tell.

No chance of escape.
Wrapped in iron chain.
Suppressed by magic.
Inflicting never ending pain.

Your people count annually.
For reasons you know not
The great many years.
I'm imprisoned to rot.
Β© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
Jack Thompson
Written by
Jack Thompson  Australia
(Australia)   
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