Flames Of Injustice - Poem by Aaron Lynn
Above tyrannical skies.
Visions forsaken men can see.
Vehemently staring up high.
At divinity setting him free.
No perseverence in turmoil.
He has seen no light in his wake.
Grasping at the burning soil.
Fearing eternity's plague.
Angels do mock him above.
Oh, the same mocked him as a child.
Writhing with those that he loved.
Oh, the flames of injustice, so vile!
His tormenters now frolic in Heaven.
While himself and his brethren face Hell.
As the halls of oppression stand rotten.
Injustice tolls it's putrid bell.
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