Geagte kerkraad

On a dais you sit,
Beneath we, the ember, dully lit.
There is a place where children thrive
And I too want to feel alive
Myself I want to apply
I want to raise my inferno high

Scared of spiritual debt
You seem to be inept
So please send me away
For here no longer I can stay.
Hear my pleading cries
Don’t look away, don’t shut your eyes

Your words riddled with lies
Does this really come as a surprise?
You placed this sanbenito on my back
But I refuse to colour my world black

I am not chained to the ground,
So please, sleep sound
I will soon be out of your way
That’s the thing about angel wings,
They can fly or stay

by Uncertain
posted on 11/05/2009