Analysis of Last words

Short is the time,

for tonight there will be no place

for lonely words to show face

Standing upon my crowed life;

a dead still breathing space.

My mind, overwhelmed

with a flood of memory,

Washed away is my innocence unsavory.

Bound to the depths of my moral ground,

Silent and unsound

I've remained underserving a crown.

Guilty I grow ancient

to rid me my worth,

Before I'm buried with burden

and rooted to earth;

docked with the dead.

Unleash the sword of my mouth,

a burden of tongue.

Unfed and unrecognized upon.

To shed light on

a self-inflicted breach of contract.

Them, still with their biased opinion,

their distorted vision intact.

An honest profession

tainted the blood of the innocent.

Death by the poison of their worst.

Signed off by the venom

in the pen of their best.

Temptation to naive parents

leaves them with burdens to purge
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 Unsuspecting youth

to rid them of their counterfeit scourge.

All with lies and untruth

to encourage a unified order,

Anxious death to those who oppose,

to others, a mental disorder.

With all this I remain a pawn

without freedom or valor,

While all them,

they grow old ,

and even more pallor.

they will become legends,

Even upon their death,

Upon mine, a myth.

nevertheless, they will die,

Along with their lies,

I will die a death free from alibies.