Our boastful words collide

Blood red and shameless,

They cleave the day to ribbons

For the phantoms we carry

 ~

Walled away and enraged

As black seas erupt

And tall tales are woven

In the dark of our minds  

 ~

In hideaway we spiral

Locked forever in our violence

Still cradling the fire

We blazed long ago as one

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What will we become

In tomorrow’s red mist?

When will the binds of our tribe

Turn to rivers of ash?