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Rebel Fire
The walls dance,
Illuminated by torchlight
Together we must move quickly
Our feet move hastily
Like ants we must assemble
Beneath the soil of the gardens
The dirt is a dark drain
Enveloping any hope
This place leaves no space for light
A hand of terror grips our throats
We must be quick enough.
If not, they will find us
They cannot find us.
We have only just escaped
A crumbling rumble sounds above our heads.
We must move quickly.
~
Fear was always here
In the place
Fear lies in the largest lake.
The lake there was filled with tears
Tears from our fears
The lake lived to drown us and our crowns.
They left no room for love
Forced us to live in pain
They never let us leave.
Sadness surrounded our souls
Keeping us away from all alleviation
A sickening shield separated us from joy
They hid us behind our own walls
We built to hide ourselves behind
~
They are much too near
We have not been quick enough
A tearing rip at his neck;
The journey, for him, is over
He sees the others
They have to go on.
Their bodies fade, the sun under the horizon
The fire of hope that had bloomed within him
Was stomped out
~
His Sunday shirts were folded
Pristine and perfect
No escape
His room was spotless
They would approve
Nothing left
No rebel fire left in him
He is on their string
Escape
Flames of his soul flicker to life
Time has renewed
Hope
A fleeting wish to flee
How fleeting?
Desperate
The fire is raging, propelling him on
He escapes
Escape
Hope
Freedom.
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