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- - - SENTENCED TO BURN - - -

She walks among the faceless sheep
Turned vile and cannibalistic
Chewing the flesh of their brother
One million views, voyeuristic

No where to turn
She ran to the comfort
Of shadows
Sentenced to burn
Entering the embrace
Of tombstones

Sun holds no warmth in light of day
Filtered by soot, black, malicious
The morning star pushed from her sight
Held back by the kine, sadistic

She fights through mobs
With flaming torches
Choking through her sobs
Cruel with their crosses

But she stands firm
A rock against the storm
Against a faith of drama
Wrapped up in her armor
Rising her sword against the swarm

God-damned by the tongues of grey men
Forbidden flesh, hedonistic
Sitting high on ivory thrones
Empty but still narcissistic

No where to turn
She ran to the comfort
Of shadows
Sentenced to burn
Entering the embrace
Of tombstones

Beaten and bloody, she doth find
The strength renewed, surrealistic
And her heart clenched with cold pity
And lashed about, ritualistic

The blood did flow
In rivers on cobbled streets
A lone lioness
Chewed eagerly on the meat

She fights through mobs
With flaming torches
Choking through her sobs
Cruel with their crosses

But she stands firm
A rock against the storm
Against a faith of drama
Wrapped up in her armor
Rising her sword against the swarm

No where to turn
She ran to the comfort
Of shadows
Sentenced to burn
Entering the embrace
Of tombstones

(c) 2016 Frank Green
Artwork is owned by Abby Tuttle on Pinterest