I can only march up to your throne,
And look up to see your hardened face.
What I've done is blasphemous--
And the helplessness shows upon my face.
I'm bathing in this black tunnel--lost.
I've been overthrown and overplayed--
And everything is so complicated.
You can have your men
Throw rocks at me to break me down...
Push me down and discipline me,
But this sacrilege will have you fed to the gods.
For you know what I've done
Was the in right,
And I will fight until I die,
To expose your awful crimes.
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A contest entry
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400 points, ended June 22, 2007, 12 entries
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Comments
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Ok,first off,I was recommended to read
your poetry by robin candor,so sorry if it seems
weird that i just found you somehow.
ANYWAYSSS
to the poem,the imagery was probably something
that drew me in to the poem,and probably my favorite part of it in general,the flow in my opinion could have been a little better,however,it is still good as i can see
good words and expression in it. -
Excellent
This is an excellent poem, it has a lot of depth, which unfortunately is hard to find now.Keep up the creative writing -
i really do like this well done i almost missed this cos im tired but glad i didnt best of luck j
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