Oh, Glorious Slavery, How Ironic Art Thou?A Poem by The VillainIgnorance is bliss, up until they take over the world.
The chains go
clink clink clink as the shackles fall around your ankles and the rusty chain binds tight your weary heart Oh! And the hills and falls of beauty on a crisp summer morn how it flies and flows with your hair billowing around your cuffs and chains. Never before did slavery seem so glorious in the sickly green fields of riches and power gathered by the farmers of greed. Segregated by the people they now seek to destroy leaders of the world and industry united in sickening political power to destroy everhthing we love and enslave us all. © 2011 The Villain |
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1 Review Added on January 22, 2011 Last Updated on January 22, 2011 AuthorThe VillainSilver Spring, MDAbout"Wh-who ARE you?" "Me? I'm the king of the twentieth century. I'm the bogeyman. The Villain." -V for Vendetta A Graphic Novel by Alan Moore more..Writing
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