Throughout the darkness and the sins of our sorrow,
We shed blood tears for the comings of tomorrow.
We have no strength to bear our sins,
The crosses that burn blind our eyes.
Through the body of the soul,
The crevices of our minds,
We take turns spinning the wheel of destiny.

Our plagueristic past haunts us as we scream,
LET US BE FREE,
Free of damnation and suffering.

But why do you say?
Why?
Humans,
Mere mortals,
Subject to the stabbing beatings of our hearts,
We can't be free.

Our hands bind the ties that cuff us to our legs.
Our minds bind us from believing in anything ,
Less than what we are.

But what are we?
Inhuman, immortal souls,
That carries on our destinies,
Stinking,
Black,
Blood,
Boiling through our veins,
Full of hate and deceit.

Tarry on, tarry on.
And onward we trot,
Filling the void with the fat of society,
Believing in the crap that the world feeds us.

We shall be free,
We shall be free ‘twas said.
But I don’t' believe it.
Society doesn't believe it.
Humanity doesn't believe it.

09/09/2001

Posted on 11/10/2002
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