A fire lit, that day, in his chest
A fire that could burn out all the stars,
The sparks of which were seen on his scars.
He stood up, that day, and faced them all
He stood tired and steady,
To watch those convicted of guilt fall to their knees.
He understood, that day, that humanity was cruel
He understood they were indifferent towards the painful cries,
And walked over those who had the patience to be nice.
He realized, that day, that kindness was nothing but an imaginative word
He realized, as he tore down the hallways
That people didn't love, all they could do was betray.
He was consumed, that day, by those hot flames living inside of him
He was consumed, by the fire kindled by humanity's lies
And that was when, Lucifer the fallen angel, hardened to ice.
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PoetryWait, As the world you stand upon spins into the dark, the only light emitted by igniting a spark. Wait, And look at the chaos, the hate that fills, that fuels, that brims. The screams that hurt even the deaf, felt by all, even the daft. Wait, To...
