Rebellion - Poem by Soren Valentine
Meteors fly overhead,
as they fling the bodies of the dead.
Their armies flood the walls,
walls ancient as human brawls.
They come with war
essaying to splinter the door,
to overthrow and usurp,
to hear new birds chirp.
Hungry for blood,
they make a flood
and tear the people;
life and death shall be equal.
So they take kings to the platform
as someone hangs the ropes
and I set the guillotine
and watch heads run out of hope.
This is what I will do,
I'll hunt them like gnu,
kill them off altogether;
guilt as light as a feather.
I've started the rebellion
against the king, a hellion
and use regret as a tissue.
Know no one will miss you.
When you disrupt my life
and fill it's cities with strife
then I'll be death's best friend
and bring your miserable life to an end.
Therefore I'll hang you above my gate
and I'll keep looking straight
and look at you as a reminder
so as to stop from getting blinder.
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