Arise

by The Wingless   Mar 11, 2006


Children
Wake up
From your dream
There is no real cradle.

Wake up from your dreams
Fated children
This is not working
Let love expose you

Arise from your bed
Discover the truth
Know who you are
Live your own life

Burn with truth
Blacken this world of evil
Burn with truth
Set fire to this earth of darkness

Good bye friends
Thank you children
Do what is right
Kill me first

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  • 18 years ago

    by Mona

    Hmm.. I know that this is sad poem, but I find it kind of funny. Probably because the last part, it was very surprising, had to laugh about it a bit. "kill me first" hahaha... Loved it, well done =)

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