The Joker and the Fool

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Death stood upon the rooftop watching solemnly, as his victim ran by. The crowd of people chasing him, there, there, there he was. Death smiled his wicked smile, who ever knew people were so freighting?

“Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.”

“There! There he is!”

“Get him!”

Cried many voices, a crowd of less then thirty, after one man. One man who commit no crime, but simple take for life’s sake. One peasant, a million nobles, yet it’s the peasants that fight amongst themselves. Death laughed at humanities stupidity.

“Let me go! I didn’t do anything!” Cried the boy, as one of the people from the crowd apprehended him and caught him.

“Burn him! Burn him!” They chanted

“Burn him to the stake! Death is not good enough for him!”

“Death to the sinner! Death! Death! Death!”

“I did what was right! You fools! How can you be so blind?!” The boy yelled, as he was taken to stake, as to which he would burn.

Tied down secured, not a lose knot. The boy did not say a word; there was no way these people could be taught. The truth he was to be burned, for life’s sake, to die to protect your life, how righteous? How corrupted? Is Greater London?

The boy did turn, something caught his eye. Why it was Death, arriving at the time the boy would die.

“De-death…” Did he stutter.

“Jack did not jump over the candlestick.” Death did smile, scythe crooked against the boy’s slight neck.

“Burn him! Burn him down!” Chanted the dumb fools,

His pupils dart from Death to the crowd, then to Death again.

Death with his sinister grin, did silently hold the scythe near the innocents’ neck.

The pile began to blaze as they threw the torches so. Now Jack did die, from a crackle and a flame. And Death did laugh after reading poems of mother goose. He laughed once more, Death knew he was the joker but humans were the real fools.

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