Rebuild

Hatred cradles this world,
insanity making it spin.

going crazy from the beast within our mind,
letting loose our pain,
turning it into torture.

men and women run frantically
like gas poured on an anthill,
and lit with a orange-blue match,
the pain turns into pleasure.

all eye candy for me,
let them feel the dark behind my eyes,
the rage dug under my soul,
let it loose,
let THEM feel.

i stand side by side,
with only three of my own angels,
we all feel the same thing,
we are what you call The Fallen,
fallen from the heaves.

we watch as the world spins faster,
from ludicrous,
and all sins,
faster and faster,
the fire builds as well as the fury.

a wall of glass surrounds us,
making an indestructible dome,
one burning male screams for help,
and pounds on the glass hoping to be let in,
i step toward him,
my fist bound and hits the glass as i scream to him,
"We The Fallen have no use for beggars! No pity! Time to rebuild the world my brother! And in order to do that, we must rebuild humanity!"

fallen from the heaves,
and ordered to rebuild.
to start all over,
to return the pain that was given,
so let US fix how we desire,
since we have full power.

--All Poems by Tia E
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