PRISON BREAK

PRISON BREAK

When I was, solemnly imprisoned below
This paper cover, I had struck blow
All those desired me death choked my knife
Underneath separated shallow, good countenance strife
They would struggled with life and knife above
All cause are probed that caused repose

Could you sit, and look how death and birth
Are alike, like twain, I desire this birth in a nest
Where I was held prisoner with death in cell
Where I smell these wroth of spell

These men that I choked, they even shine
In greater ambulance where laden coffin line
Horizontally kept side ways and wedged
All those who came to welcome out looked

After these ambulances zooms off, down
To there, their father's hometown
Where they were late and ranks
priests, popes, pastors and bishops sang
(Thus they are given lenience to the grave)
And were celebrated more, while the living ach?
Once among our mist, their spirit spoke
Against the man that took their life
By force in course of all troubled strife

By their spirit, that made me heroic
I among their spirit made myself a mimic
To these strangers that gathered, during masses
They knew them more than they knew themselves
So they took gold frankincense and meant
And gathered around their graves present

I even envy them with their frankincense
If they suddenly know me by my sense
I would dig out that gold by my strength
After they were buried with them in length

Strangers who know me countenance
Would wail, they might call me police
If they desire again I would strike, I
More lenient, than the old model I
Used. I would strike them engrave
See how pleasant they are in the grave

Could you please observe, again?
How these pleasant chains overwhelm
My hand and I were tied upon a time
If not, they knew how heroic I am

I would fight them again and
A great number of people would
Fall at once against my sword and all
Singly handed by my strength and skill

If not that I had a single bone, I would
If not that I was prison caged, I could
Break them all and offer in Armageddon
All these cops knew what I had done

I could drink them like water steadily
Quenched, towards my throat speedily
They will regret ever being a living cop
They will reverse never locking me up
Because I would handle them like a prop

Although I was pride and humble, am fame,
I wish those taken by my knife all the same
In grave, see how they had gathered around?
Old multitude, that sing and chant are sound.

Author's Note

I was a prisoner because I decided to be. I singly massacred all my enemies at once, single handedly and I could boost of not being helped by anyone. They had twice planned to kill me, to ruin me; my life and my destiny?, so I retaliated. All these cops knew what I could do; I could handle them easily, without them doing extra either. They knew how heroic I was. A wrestling machine. An internationally renowned fighter. I just decided to submit my self not against my will, but for “Just” own sake, not that they could arrest me; not that they could beat me; not that they could kill me; not that they could do anything silly against my own dignity.
They numbly arrested me, respectively pulled my hands into the handcuff and took me into the prison yard. I accepted it anyway, a heroic homecoming. They yelled, all those prisoners as they beheld my countenance, sparkling and swelling with bruises scattered profusely all over. “Indeed our hero has come.” They said. If I refused, another commotion would erupt and dead bodies would splatter. Moreover, another mass burial would be commenced which I would not want, to be so. Am tired of participating from one burial to another; any way, I was the key involved. I would not want them to choke my knife any longer. “All those desired me death choke not my knife.”

Reviews

[Damien Davison]

Very interesting story about the inner workings of the mind of a true warrior.
"I would fight them again and
A great number of people would
Fall at once against my sword and all
Singly handed by my strength and skill"

All the confidence in ability is present, also the hate and the clear personal vendetta. I quite enjoyed it, not focusing on grammar and spelling mistakes! Thanks for sharing!

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chukwuebuka Benson]

Thank you so much Damien Davison, for your review, but i would further appreciate when you look into my grammatical error. Thanks You.

[Damien Davison]

No problem :) Just a few things I noticed, most of it was great!

"Them would struggle with life and knife above"
The 'them' with 'they',

"After these ambulance zooms off, down"
If it is a single ambulance then replace 'these' with 'this', if it is plural, then 'ambulance' should be 'ambulances'.

"Once among our mist, there spirit speak"
The 'there' replaced with 'their', 'spirit', if plural, 'spirits'. If it is their spirit as a whole, then 'there spirit speaks' should be 'their spirit, it speaks' or something along those lines.

"Against than man that took their life"
The 'than' replaced with 'the'.

Just small things like I said. Otherwise it really was an amazing piece!

[Damien Davison]

You did mean look in to it right?

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chukwuebuka Benson]

I must confess you are a great friend indeed. I appreciate your correction, thank you very much; am delighted. Thanks you Damien Davison, thank you for your wonderful corrections.