Test of Grave Consequences

Fear is tested within a solid game,
this obscenity you dare not tame.

Conditioned with agony and pain,
these lasting words will not die in vain.

Hands filled with pain and guilt
thou shall be rebuilt.

A young life falling shallow,
soon life will halt... for I hang in the gallows.

Heaven and Hell bring thy choice,
but dare not forget this voice.

Counting down the days and nights of old,
I seek no redemption for being so cold.

Rope pulling tight;
still room for one last fight.

Thousands stand afoot to watch my demise,
all their tears shed; seem to cause no surprise.

“Perceive and receive...forgive and forget.”
Lasting words to an undying debt.

The End

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