Good Riddance

Our world as we know it,      
twisted brick by brick.    
A world so twisted,      
we kill our healthy and heal our sick.    
     
Against our mother, pro all nature,    
we bleed with vile religious craze.    
All for war-induced pharmacies,      
in a 2 feet blinding maze.    
     
I rather be somewhere else,      
wherever that may be.    
I crave to be someóne else.    
Whichever soul unites debris.    
     
The past is set, yet our future uncertain.    
A sure-as-stone bet.  
Unlit corners we've lurked in.    
     
I'll remember to forget the forge we burned in.  
I'll never forget the words you spat.    
As blind as the past before us,    
the future will never be had nor read.