Rush
The bleeding sky falls onto the ground and writhes with pain under my feet
Screams of woe and hatred shroud me as I walk
Ravaged hearts and minds torture their own souls
Scorn and malice reign together in a close embrace
And I wish to feed this domain to the tongues of flames
I was born here, numb and bared, disgraced to my very bones
Enslaved, enshackled and enchained was my humble weeping soul
Oppressed and trampled by laws that I did not create
Haunted by devouring blackness I forged my blackened blade
With that sharp steel I fought the woe, with fury sliced the pounding weight
Stormed the fortress of my foe that heaved beyond my own face
I battled the depressed thoughts, the brooding doom before my eyes
With my demonic sword I cut through clouds, soared above them, touched the sky
I faced a realm of lucid air pervaded by the sunbeams
And rushed over emerald waters of a magical Life Sea
I dived into the breathing ground and bathed in lava of heart of Earth
Then pierced the Space and lit the stars pouring out my Milky Way
I surfed the winds of universe when I heard a cry
And descended to the world that I thought I left in past
There I beheld the grieving creatures that hide from the light of sun
And bow before the grip of ignorance that rules their blinded lives
So I raise my sword of darkness and defy you, wild beast*
Never shall you reign above my brothers and deprive them of their bliss
• That is ignorance meant under the “wild beast” in the end of the poem.
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