Burn It, All Of It? Poem by Sarin Fallen

It started as a story deep in my brain,
but through all the madness, torment and pain
Maddi became real and told me i was sane.

so we took to the streets, all the ones who don't think.
told them we need to rise up, and burn all the skies up.
of course it wasn't true, all i want is blood.
to watch their bodies stack, cold in the mud.

Maddi smiled and so did I, through all that death I felt alive.
So we took to the city, and burned it with a sigh.
People cant run and nowhere to hide.
All the fences built only kept them in side.

so next came the world, and all of its rage.
Angry like a bird, stuck in a cage.
with a few couple matches,
and a gallon of gas, We got people cheering like sunday mass.

It started as a story deep in my brain,
but through all the madness, torment and pain
Maddi became real and told me i was sane.