Gun down the patriots of the very forbidden soil,
wash your ashes down this burning metal coil.
Skies of darkness lampoon my sanity,
none shall satirize my cruelty,
my broken bonds too many.
I shall soon be reborn as a significant being,
and only my wrath is what you will be seeing.
It is time for you to escape,
eschew your life's blinding cape,
and bind yourself in broken red tape,
your bloodied disfigured shape
in which the sun's light shall scrape.
Disgrace to mankind, you are,
so leave to the lands so far,
never return home until your scar
devours you till dawn from far.
As time traverses through the lost forsaken dimensions,
and all those ruined, lambasting mentions,
tend to flood my emotions.
Distinct words shatter dreams,
darken my emerging light beams.
Trembling in this beastly, brutal quiver,
and watch me as my soul wails and shiver.
And as the future foretold my past,
my past is my future, when will it last?
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