We are angels in a burning sky

ashes being cremated in state-of-the-art high rise buildings///

the flag of a nameless dystopia flies high in the midnight black sky, decorated by embers

high above all of this is the zenith

free of the peaks and valleys and toiling cycle of false existence

we may as well be trudging through life in bondage, rather

we are.

and shall continue to do so before finding lucidity and luminance.

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