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This Epitaph

This epitaph

Written by my hand
That trembles from sorrow not from fear
As my Pen dipps into inky tears
Was worth my own deliverance
Though I am dead man walking
I live
Eternally in the brave hearts of men
Who's thirst for greater self
And sustenance called wisdom
Moved others to take note
They paid with heaving chest the ultimate price
With antimony hiss towards bowed head
While their eyes gazed apon a distant shimmer
Fates horizon glowing freedom for their children
Brought by their fathers genuflect to guillotine
And now I hear the march of men
The hangmans cry now calls for me
Wearing hoods to hide a cowards face
They wait as father prays for my salvation
My salvation though I have already recieved....

And these my last words written before earning my martyrs seat
I leave them with sad eyes and solidarity

I had one great love and her name was poetry
It is for her I die

Not thee
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
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