The Prisoner

By: bl (School of Chemistry)
Competition Year: 2014
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Each and every second that passed
Uncertainty took its toll
Not knowing which would be the last
Was a torment to his soul
His fate ordained, the die was cast
A martyr they could extol
So he faced the crowds amassed
And there played out his role
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