The Guillotine
This is a poem about revolutionaries sacrificing their life for freedom.
Chained, pained, untrained heroes see the smoke
Splash! Blood is splatter everywhere, near is death
Officers unable to control them, the Guillotine is invoke.
The heroes follow each other to the top of the hill
Without hopes, tied to ropes, and
With the pope’s bless the heroes are bold
Change and freedom are the heroes’ last will
Frightened of what is coming, they wait for a miracle to be told.
Prophet! or Lucifer! Why our fate has vanished tonight?
Ache, fake fate, a lake of blood the heroes see
The heroes try to be as the boldest knight
They rather die with pride than flee.
The sharp blade smashes the heroes head
And their heroism is now dead...
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