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Aug 2013
'Twas a dark sleepless night,
With no stars, moon or light,
His face became pale and so white,
He kept begging God and praying,
His bare skinny body is shaking,
He's young, will never grow old,
This heavy burden, his misery
Can't be described neither told,
'Twas dark and so cold,
In the corner of the cell,
Hearing death's bell,
Time is up, it's fate,
When the grumpy judge
announced the date,
Nothing to think of,
But to fly free like a dove,
When his head drops,
When his neck is cut,
When death takes his soul away,
It's his last day,
Among that noiseless jail,
Among that soundless hall,
Their steps chime,
For one last time,
Executioners and priest,
They grabbed him out,
No Mercy, No Mercy
It's fate...
They took him along with that hall,
He kept staring at the floor and the wall,
No eye contact,
No words were spoken,
Waiting for his life to be taken,
He was so down,
His feet drawn,
When he saw it,
He could not move,
He could not blink,
He was speechless,
He could not think,
They were merciless,
When they reached The GUILLOTINE.




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