As I fume in solitude
Ahead the backdrop of boiling anguish
Bereft of all earth
The immense soil that burns incessantly

I shield my wounds
In soothing confession
The purging of sorrows
That scald and maim

The refrain of anguish
Flocks in menacing droves
Coveting the blank skies
And flowering in black

The refrain of anguish
Loops in each world
Dormant to the eye
Yet smoldering within

We are the fragile subjects
To its lofty and iron reign
Yet far too few, dare profess
Nor call out its scornful and heinous crimes