A Demise Fit for Thieves

A Demise Fit for Thieves

We’ve bred these tortured winds
Each troubled wave
Colored, by the fumes
Of our time

Until the hour
We’re sealed inside
Our carelessly sown demise

Swept away from shore
With each trial spun
In the fury
Of short-sighted joy

By a vengeful gust
Fit, for colossal thieves
Who drain
To the final, savory drop

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