Sisters of the cloth and robe;
Down each street and 'round the globe,
Sing with me, my precious friends,
Drink together--make ammends.
Remind ourselves, our errant ways,
Leave the past in ancient days.
Rove no more in pastures past,
Let us drink to future's last.
True, I bled a soul so deep;
Boasting once--not once to weep.
Thought had proved me innocent--
Bailing from my discontent.
Here as now, I pay my dues
And so I plead myself, confuse.
Heal in sollace, my means were pure,
Acertain I'd get away for sure.
Author notes
Basically, this is a writer confessing that they killed someone and trying to get their friends' forgiveness and reconciliation.
A contest entry
- This Isn't What You Think!!!! by Heavenly Angel.
475 points, ended July 3, 2007, 18 entries
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