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to the sky

i heard it was impossible to fly
from a man who never tried on a pair of wings
and what stings me the most
is when a child's spirit is broken down
by an exorcist who swears to darwin
he's never seen a ghost
and i've never been one to boast,
but i've chosen a better occupation than those
who squeeze rounds at the corner of every room
in hopes to make edges extinct
and have the nerve to think
they're right to bind those who find peace
when the very chains they rattle
are still missing links,
i sink into the pit of my chest
trying to digest the pride that
i was told to swallow by an atheist
he said today we're cutting out the cancer,
the answer to the question
is a bullet fired at the sky,
and a definition of the word direction
so let the arrows fly,
tonight we're killing in the terminology of
the kind of logic that murdered love
while simultaneously lusting for above
and beyond the atmospheric pressures
they understand too well to settle with blame
so go scribble your name on the rocket sir,
today it's ready fire aim
because we're cutting out the cancer,
or anything that we say smells the same
so let the arrows fly,
tonight the letter y will die in vain