I Was Raised in the Underworld

January 28, 2008
By Blaze Norberg, Simi Valley, CA

I was raised in the underworld
To one day sprout wings,
and Fly away from this dark world
That God damned me to.
Every time we have a good time
I get closer to this new world,
to where you have
Been most graciously Placed upon
But every time You hurt me,
its like you're
Ripping off a part of my
Wings and throwing it into
The Firey abis to which I
Have just come from.


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