Burn, Sun, burn! Burn me,
My sorrow, pain and agony!
Consume this world with infernal fires
and melt away those masks so empty.
Send forth your rays on hatredīs heirs
so doomed forever they shall be.
Smash the narrow chinks of the caverns
in which weīve closed ourselves up so blind.
Lead us to the purifying taverns
of infernal corrosives where mindīs freedom is to be find.
Cleanse the doors of our perception
that weīll again be able to see
how things are real
in infinity.
Burn.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Kristina Korus.
Published on e-Stories.org on 05/15/2004.
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