I kiss the sky
With ignited pain
Smoldering in the embers
Of the 22 year war
The pages
Hiss in defiance
And a raging imp
Crackles the
Flames like the bones
Of a thousand condemned
Nihilists
Scampering like rats
That desperately
Try to escape their
Judgment by flame
Out of
of dread and fear
That
Succumb towards the
speckled tar above
Pain is
Being siphoned
From the souls
Of the damned
Wantonly blazing
Desperately trying to
Escape being burned
At the stake
For their heresy
Heretic!
Confess your crime
Of witchcraft
Confess your crime
Of taking this soul
Hostage
Repent!
I condemn you
To die by the flame
That you tried to extinguish
Oh what a sweet victory
It is
For the persecuted to
Become the prosecutor;
For an ant
To finally become a God..
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Jupiter Bennett
writer, poet, philosopher.
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