Steadfast Hate

The grey. Away. Crawling out from under the grey
Sprawling bodies will waste away the cycle is starting it
Will emerge clutch a flask of ash. The illusion of sentiment
Buried with contempt convince them all to repent. Cycle
Of flames on flesh cycle of pain to rage cycle the fall of fate
Break the cycle of hate. Stop the heart of common guilt
By letting go of common filth born dead with virgin eyes
Leave them to their own demise. Fighting
Comprehension in one dimension living censored lives
Caging opened eyes. Censored day after day until my
Voice gives way