I stand to this wall, guns aiming at me.
Would they shoot a man of different race?
I lay at this wall, kneeling on one knee.
Would they kill a man with another face?
Silenced by the government; Blasphemy
What did they even think "to govern" meant?
This isn't treason? Though, it would have to be.
Treason is money the governers spent.
Three seconds left, I'm asked for one last wish.
My mouth ran dry as, I, looked at their eyes.
Then, looked to the bowl, which was my last dish.
Last, they could only hear my prayers; my cries.
It was almost done, they gave me a toast.
"... The Father, the Son, and the Holy Gh-"
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Nice
What Up Mang? You've got some awesome stuff here. Its Big Boi By the way (Justin Clare)
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Hi please check your iambic pentameter,
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Sorry about that... I just fixed the 7th line... and just a heads up the last line is 9 syllabals on purpose if you counting that too
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