Misery

I wish to see brighter days,

I wish to fly above the walls.

The towering walls of misery,

The cowering hoards of self proclaimed saints;

And their filthy falsity.

I wish to see you all burn.

As the heavens above turn;

turn to red,

from the remnants of the dead.

And then can I be at peace,

knowing the lost are found at least...

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