the nothing

black and white, black and white,

That's all that exists in my current sight.

I will it all,

Will it to fall,

Will it all to crumble at my hearts call.

 

This wall with no holes,

This barricade of coals,

I will it all now,

to crumble to the ground.

 

Oh my god,
 

How could this be,

That hatefulness and murder,

Are all i can see.

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