Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Question It

An awesome mountain looking dark over the sea,
even the endless water seems less comparatively.

What is it, why is it, I simply know not,
I kneel, I pray for I am scared of its wrath.

Godly or Evil, in reverence they stand,
I do the same for conformity they demand.

But there was a man, little and skinny,
with a voice that bellowed against all tyranny.

He was different, he refused to bow and comply,
Not God, not Devil, his own brothers did him destroy.

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