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Tied to a Stake and a Burning Fate
They tied and bound me to a stake and let the flames decide my fate I stood before an angry court and thus became a hated man Judgments made on mere assumption seemed to set off an eruption Which ignited all the fires of the torches in their hands I always prayed unto the light and always knew my wrong from right But someone said they saw me congregating with the dead I told them all, "It isn't true, and thee almighty will damn you" "No, my poor, deluded child, it's your wicked god we dread" In the streets the torches blazed, their eyes aflame as hell was raised The flames drew ever closer as I drew in my last breath The flames grew ever stronger and I wouldn't last much longer So I laid down all resistance and gave in to certain death I sweltered through that raging night, which took away my will to fight Then all that stood before me disappeared without a trace All around me had gone silent and in turn so ceased the violence In the darkness lurked the presence of a man I could not place The madmen vanished from my view and all they had condemned me to Would disappear before me as the chaos seemed to flee I stood atop that lonely hill with nothing to do but stand still And wait within the darkness for the man to talk to me In the darkness, there he stood, in a cloak and pointed hood Though we'd never met before, I'd known him all too well The flames rose in the distance and I knew then in an instant This was not the throne of heaven, for these were the gates of hell I tried for a while to put some music to this poem but it's kind of tough. I feel it's fun to read but repetitive to sing. |
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