Art by Liam Mather (@sha.mang)
I find it odd, endlessly confusing,
that the happiest days,
the brightest skies,
the serenity struck nights,
always decease the quickest.
Perhaps reality, is at war with our spirits.
After all, God loves destruction, murder,
he does it every day.
The power does not want you to be free,
and perhaps, it is not our friend.
We may be the unwanted children,
the misfits of the magic this world possesses.
This life may be a challenge,
a push off of the ledge,
a gun to our head,
to be the candle in the deepest depths of these shadows.
The world has hurt you, so punish it.
Punish it with your ferocious passion.
Evolve beyond it through elevation and exploration.
The power, reality,
does not want to see you prosper in peace,
smile in serenity,
break free from this cage.
So, do it.
Don't let life make you it's bitch,
push your foot in to the power's throat.
This is your revenge.
Be strong enough,
to raise your middle finger to the sky,