Gallows Hill

Gallows Hill

No one wants a burden to love
In their place of memory
Stinging tales hardships unnumbered
Going though life torn
Mother comfort is warm
How many days has it been a plague
Scavenging vultures
Burning witches at the stake
Life is dead inside the living without any feeling
Tears upon the graves
Fixation cheating imagination
Created burdens we apply to greatness
Yet at the end the sorriness
Escapes their mouths
Look at what we had done
Upon gallows hill


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