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Out of the Box


Silently I wait in the darkness, the sounds outside only muffled

The air was thick, bodies compressed rears to rears

We sensed nothing but the passing of time, time shuffled

A sudden flash then BOOM, eyes blinded, crumbled ears

Down from the heavens came God's hand

I climbed on and flew o'er the prison

Warmth of the stars filled my soul and lit the land

I turned to see behind me the face of God had risen

Expected greetings of rapture replaced with hate

The rose blinds opened to reveal sharp daggers' shine

With faint attempts to hold on I slip into my fate

Bodies of my brethren mangled with mine

In my final moments the prisoners learn

Of the safety of the bastille and how the comdemned wished to return

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