prompt: Ludovico Einaudi - Luce
Smoke pierces my eyes,
drawing forth tears not born of love but spears--
daggers that float in my atmosphere
externally I am awake
to something of the suffering and pain
I see through a clouded lense
the figures and forms burned by unfeeling chems
and inside me thoughts begins to form
rebellion stirs from behind the cage of my experience
because beyond myself I find so much hate
for life: i watch it choke and die
daggers that float in my atmosphere
drawing forth tears not born of love but spears:
I am armed for war against this smoke machine of fears
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