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by Clover Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1559800
My dedication to the biased witch trials~
The Unthinkable

Torn rags billow in the wind
Inside those rags a body lies
It's gone so cold, so pale
Today a child met their end
By means- vengeful betrayal.

But those eyes stayed open
They seem to stare you down
That noose so tight, those eyes so lost-
Through freezing rain or blazing heat
It stays- your hearts own holocaust.

Such a sight it kills you off
Our leaders so mercilous-
Hung her there without remorse
For no reason other than
She was in the way, of course...

Today a child met their end
But those eyes stayed open
For this pain theres no console
Such a sight it kills you off
So happened, The Unthinkable.
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