Sky of Hell
Sky of Hell
I look at the sky, eyes burning, wide,
Praying for mercy, praying for guide.
But the clouds spit fire, the winds conspire,
The weak fall silent, the vile climb higher.
The rich grow teeth, the poor bleed bone,
The honest scream, but scream alone.
I call to God, voice cracked, undone,
He answers in silence, or maybe in fun.
Does He not care? Or does He see,
How long we dance in the devil’s spree?
The crooked take crowns, the rightful kneel,
The world a blade with a poisoned steel.
I curse the sky, spit words of flame,
Yet something whispers, it’s part of the game.
A test, a trial, a cruel, dark hand,
To see how long we’ll bleed in this land.
But even as doubt claws at my mind,
Some quiet hope still stays behind.
For though His silence cuts me deep,
I trust His justice does not sleep.
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