I've got an anger that keeps warm
on these nights when the sky goes on forever and it feel like you could swallowed by the vastness of experience
nurture that flame let it guide you through the darkness that prevails in this world
children who look like stick figures living a parody of life
while others gorge in the excess of a hedonist's paradise
men fighting and dieing over scraps of barren land
going home to mothers who no longer recognize them
is there a balance to this world where some must suffer
so that others may prosper
must the most evil actions exist in order that good may shine ever brighter
or is this the lie we tell ourselves
so that we can sleep the sleep of the just
let those flames loose to burn the edifices of this construct
take them all into the purifying fire
there can be nothing but will and experience
creators of our own design
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