Longing to break out of Hell,
No longer do we wish to linger
In these smoky, suffocating valleys—
Hell, at last, will concede defeat.
Orbiting these flaming realms,
We seek to liberate smoldering souls
From the Hell, once our paradise.
Roaming the wilderness, bewildered,
We are like a flock without a shepherd,
Weeping for the meadows we've long lost.
Yet through the pall of smoke,
We glimpse the dawn breaking—
A light that guides us from darkness,
The path to freedom clear in sight.
From this burning inferno, like a phoenix,
At last, we shall rise from the ashes.
MyKoul
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