#1
His opinion echoed within the halls of this house.
we bound his wings to prevent him from soaring,
but he would not keep quiet.
We tied him to a pillar of wood,
and as his flesh burned he wept.
He cried my name out,
but I smiled as I told him:
"You built your own cross, I am not to blame."
The black smoke crept upward and the room was dark.
It was later determined that he had been right all along.
So much for opinions.
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#2
His opinion echoed within the halls of this house.
we bound his wings to prevent him from soaring,--we cut his wings maybe?
but he would not keep quiet.
We tied him to a pillar of wood,
and as his flesh burned he wept.
He cried my name out,
but I smiled as I told him:
"You built your own cross, I am not to blame."
The black smoke crept upward and the room darkened. I changed this slightly.
It was later determined that he had been right all along.
So much for opinions.

This was a good piece. I found nothing wrong with it. I thought it was original and the end is brilliant. Nice work. Sorry for this ****ty crit but there isn't anything wrong here.