I can see the fields of flesh burning
Their young ones awaken to ancient cries-
and they, entombed, in their personal cages yearning
to take every one of their captor's lives.
I'm going my dear and you can't come.
If you don't know where, it's just as well-
Life has beaten me so I run-
though festering behind me is hell.
My mind is lazy, beaten and malevolent
Hell has got me on the run-
Too far from grace has this soul fallen
and I, like them, hate everyone.
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