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What does one say to the world,
when innocent, condemned?
What words would actually be heard,
through ears closed off by sin?
With hatred you seek blood,
and foster lies that blame the meek.
With fist raised in your lust for fame,
you strike and walk upon the weak.
See oh leaders as you stand,
the ground shake beneath your feet.
For what you've built is wrought with shame,
and final justice will you greet.
As I wait for flawed judgement,
I raise my eyes to beyond.
Where sits a king no man can touch,
and pray its where I belong.
No words would you hear now,
if I defended what I am.
But know oh world I stand before you,
unshaken in God's hands.
-------Ahnemesis---AKA Irahatam
©Copywrite 6/06
 Irahatam · Sat Dec 30, 2006 @ 02:40pm · 0 Comments |
