#conspirators - Hello Poetry

fifty years have come and gone since that fateful November day when men of greed and fear of peace took the chance away removed all hope of paradise a world serene and free of hate divided not by war, but sea where love directs our fate we run and hide from truth we fear denial is the easier pill we laugh at those who held the truth whose innocent blood did spill should the Sun soon set on our Camelot lost when evil conquers good they will find no mention in our history books of the ****** in the wood

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May 1, 2018

May 1, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC

RoyDeckard

****** in the wood

fifty years have come and gone since that fateful November day when men of greed and fear of peace took the chance away removed all hope of paradise a world serene and free of hate divided not by war, but sea where love directs our fate we run and hide from truth we fear denial is the easier pill we laugh at those who held the truth whose innocent blood did spill should the Sun soon set on our Camelot lost when evil conquers good they will find no mention in our history books of the ****** in the wood

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I may be a fallen angel From beyond the skies Or a broken star Burying with silent cries Clutching onto my wings Bearing many hurtful scars Deemed from my own realm While sentenced behind bars ...The conspirators, Used me for their deed I was one of them Sadly, I was only their need... Widened sleepless eyes Searching for my freedom In a world full of lies I've lost, a dream kingdom Slowly a step ahead of time Walks my death in plain Looking at my shroudful body Piercing me with more pain ...Rise to my call O' kind souls of evil Let this world fall I call onto the devil... In grief and dismay I shall rest in peace soon My name has been called upon To be hanged till death, at noon! ©sim

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Jun 25, 2017

Jun 25, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC

Seema

Fallen At Noon

I may be a fallen angel From beyond the skies Or a broken star Burying with silent cries Clutching onto my wings Bearing many hurtful scars Deemed from my own realm While sentenced behind bars ...The conspirators, Used me for their deed I was one of them Sadly, I was only their need... Widened sleepless eyes Searching for my freedom In a world full of lies I've lost, a dream kingdom Slowly a step ahead of time Walks my death in plain Looking at my shroudful body Piercing me with more pain ...Rise to my call O' kind souls of evil Let this world fall I call onto the devil... In grief and dismay I shall rest in peace soon My name has been called upon To be hanged till death, at noon! ©sim

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Strike the match! Light the candles! Conspirators gather 'round! For we have come to eradicate, the world of the old, the useless, the weary, and the crowned. Watch the wax! Drip down so fast! Let this drop seal our order, the world of the chaotic, the frantic, the paranoid, and the crying soldier. See the flames! Light the faces! Of all who gathered today, the world of the noble, the sinner, the suspicious, and the people stuck in dismay. The wax stops! It drips, no more! The infamous clock strikes twelve, the world of the lights, the candles, the flames, and watch as they drip the other way. Look, those candles! They melt in reverse! All that work was sent backward, the world of destruction, the pain, the confusion, and the candles never burn downward. The candle has melted! It's just wax! It had cooled on the table, the world of the conspirators, the liars, the cheaters, but the flames were always stable.

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Dec 18, 2014

Dec 18, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC

tatiana

Melting in Reverse

Strike the match! Light the candles! Conspirators gather 'round! For we have come to eradicate, the world of the old, the useless, the weary, and the crowned. Watch the wax! Drip down so fast! Let this drop seal our order, the world of the chaotic, the frantic, the paranoid, and the crying soldier. See the flames! Light the faces! Of all who gathered today, the world of the noble, the sinner, the suspicious, and the people stuck in dismay. The wax stops! It drips, no more! The infamous clock strikes twelve, the world of the lights, the candles, the flames, and watch as they drip the other way. Look, those candles! They melt in reverse! All that work was sent backward, the world of destruction, the pain, the confusion, and the candles never burn downward. The candle has melted! It's just wax! It had cooled on the table, the world of the conspirators, the liars, the cheaters, but the flames were always stable.

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