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The Executed Soldier’s Tale Prologue “My fellow soldiers”, she governed in her truthful tone, “I’m watching you, as I usually do, quiet and alone. Silent and still, the harassment goes untold But I am here today, watch the story unfold. You are not what you seem, no answers, no reasons, Forged personalities equal counterfeit lives. Geschmiedete Beschaffenheiten gleiche Fälschungleben. I utter my words so quiet a mouse None ever hear the lexis that drips from my mouth douse. I want to help you, stop you from your hypocrisy No intentions of an autocracy. Misunderstood with my personal seal, You will never understand the pain I feel. I want to save you, guide each one of you, But it seems impossible with your biased point of view. Instead of following I mellow far behind Why is this shallow America so blind? Its ok to be different, we all have fears I want to assist you, allow me to wipe away your tears. Character is built through blistering hearts And each one of you incase black and corrupt parts. Inner individual is not so much as demon and hell Souls being sold… sit up straight maggot militia; I have a tale to tell. The Executed Soldier’s Tale Of this individual I would like to tell And I want to make point of it this eccentric soldier fell. She drowned in her own hidden persona. All her life fading into society’s resemblance Eaten away by this semblance. “She isn’t real” “She doesn’t feel” In this time of conventionality her pretty little face matched Each of their pretty little faces Except her hidden thighs, pleasantly scratched. Control her, so she can control only one thing Her measure of pain, a dagger she did bring And nothing could stop the gashes that decorated her pale wrists. A man she followed, he was everything she wanted to be Intelligent, handsome, all pleasing except for his insanity, She was unaware of this, swallowed by conformity, She emulated him flawlessly. Her great critical apothecary, He supplied her with stomach pumping and unconsciousness. Everyone liked him though, So she did exactly as he Pills and pain until she could no longer be free. Just as the needle penetrated her skin Her hungry broken mind failed to spin, The dose relaxed her body one last time. She fell deeply into Death’s arm He caught her in his deadly charm, Icy blue lips and snowy flesh He carried her through a world where her life was fresh. “This could be you, reporting for duty The first woman president, blessed with beauty, This could be you, setting an example The best mother Something other Than the toxic tragedy you have become.” Deep regret murdered her grace, And Death did the honors of fetching the lace. He lifted the veil over her face and buried her down Her life was short, born in a burial gown. |
Dam girl where you been? LOL! Where is grinninggashes at? Ya'll just disappeared on me! This was a definite way to make an introduction! You came back on the scene with something to display! I really liked this. You kept a lot of truth in it and kept me reading it the whole way. You gave such character and such emotion. Great job chica! Li Li | Posted on 2005-11-08 00:00:00 | by Munchie_1226 | [ Reply to This ] | I agree, this was a KICK-ASS come back to the writing world. This was seriously emotional, and although I can't say I fully got the point, from a poetic stance, I got everything. Obviously, you're talent is in NO WAY lacking, and you're even better than I remember! | | Posted on 2005-11-08 00:00:00 | by miss__smiles | [ Reply to This ] | |