Mitchell Parus // FREE

Let them see the light.

Let them feel the sun on their face,

The cool breeze flow across their skin.

Their skin scorched in hell,

Incinerated in burning darkness.

 

Let the sun shine on their face.

Let the cosmic rays flow across millions of miles,

Stopped inches short of their final destination

By a frowning face

Ignorant of its atrocities.

 

Let God’s breath fill them with joy,

Free them from the iron prison

They had worked with Satan to build.

Let their sadness seep into the earth,

Feeding the savages of nature,

Fertilizing the reapers of souls.

 

Let them decide their own fate.

Let them be free.

 

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