The Sacrifice
by: Plastick Haruka

Oh forsaken child please don’t cry
Don’t let those eyes so much blur
Keep your sight clear
So you may see your destiny
The path is ahead

Break your soul free
Conformity will end soon
Move on
Forget those knives they used
Those words that pieced you

They pierced His hands
But that has made Him eternal
A sword pierced Her heart
Yet she ascended into the Heavens
It is called sacrifice

Wounds give birth to strength
Strength gives birth to revolution
Enlightenment
Freedom flowers from the earth
The vision becomes clear

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A/N: I stumbled upon my old poetry journal and saw this poem. Interesting how I wrote the thing 2...3-ish years ago...