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A burning fire within my heart,
heaven exiled, made a start,
splitting truth and lies apart,
dividing brightness from the dark.
Dividing innocence from guile,
for in this place after a while,
we find the lies piled upon piles,
and daggers hidden behind smiles,
stumbling blocks, and tougher trials.
To break the locks we face the vilest,
tribulations, on our own,
we lose our faith or lose our homes,
cursed to walk this land, to roam,
from sea to sea, ever alone,
in search of truth, the hidden keys,
to set us free, but it can’t be.
Reality is against me,
walls built up for centuries,
keep us confined and history,
bestows on us the misery,
of battles lost, unfought, we cede,
our birthright for economies,
to grow and prosper while our dreams,
evaporate through neon screens,
where businessmen arrange the scenes,
we see, and from these images,
what to be, we choose, like fools,
and so we lose in work and schools,
our individuality,
our choice, and voices. Under trees,
in deep dark woods,
we find some peace,
but not enough to fill the hole,
in pieces, never to be whole,
again.
These men who rent our souls,
we give ourselves to their control,
and swim together as in shoals,
reaching grab and try to hold,
whatever morsels come our way.
Living our lives from day to day,
soon to die and drift away,
upon the tide to Hades’ shores,
to feel the pain of life no more…