The Damned, the Shamed.

The echo of their footsteps..
surely closing in.
Slowly.. in time.
Men of duty, I know them all so well.
Tears fall, of all men within.
The Imprisoned and the Freed.
A sullen voice cries out
in his misery, his grand stage.
With blurred vision..
and a tear glazed gaze
between these bars.
Locking my stare
to my only friends who have become
my assigned executioners.
The only Family I know
the who command unto the condemned
struck brethern with it's plight.
The horns, they sound.
Speak unto the commandment of death.
To it's eldest son.
Belonging only to the state
all efforts to attone
in utmost vain.
Death be the only reply.
A chorus adhering to happiness
sung so miserably, it plays?
To suffer
and to be taken by Lightning
and the ferocity of electricity
to pass unto me.
Until death
are all bonds shattered.
The Brotherhood between the Damned, the Shamed.
The Last Mile.
Become one with the Thunder
and the piercing plunge in disarray.
in the simmering aftermath
of a world draining the bottles of despair.