P52 - Sentenced IV, The WakeDawn brokethe world around;thunderingas the door fell down.Forced to his feetand told to stand straight;taken away;they daren't be late.What colour are the leaves now?
P51 - Sentenced III, The OceanA brittle soup,cool, foul;stinging, slithering.Coughing, retching,swallowing more;necessarily.The sun rose over a distant ocean.
P50 - Sentenced IIDust blows inand his hopebleeds out,as he listenssilentlyfor the heavy feetthat bring his next meal.
P49 - SentencedStrips of shadowscar the surfaceof his skin,as he sitsand shiverson the cold, stone floor.
P48 - PrayerI ain't lookin'for a world lacking sin;I don't want no peaceforever.Gimme a hurdle,every day of the week;gimme a hurdlewhenever you got one.Whenever you got oneto spare.Make me hurt.Not too much,just enough so's I knowthat I'm still here.Gimme rain,just so's I can smilewhen the sun come out.Just don't let me diebored.
P47 - GlideShifting, twisting,the world spins awry,blades not catching;the heavens turn by.As one by onemy brethren fall;if simply becausewe could not skate at all.
P46 - StratocriaWe must fight to providea life for our youths,before peace comes the pain;these are the plain truths.They say 'do what you know,protect those you love';we have all lost our hopefor some heaven above.So we do what we must;we sacrifice all.We give up our livesand those of our thralls.
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