Sacrifice


They were all placed in one room.
Waiting for the end to come.
Knowing they would never see the light of day again.
A shot rang out into the crowd.
One is gone while the others wait.
They all think that they're a sacrifice,
To the gods.
They'll never know the truth.
That they were cheated out of life.
Never knowing the chances that they could have given to their children.
That the men were wrong.
Murderers they turned out to be.
Eventually they will never go free.


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