Prowling along the scarred frontier

Of a war torn psyche

Is a trail of red footprints

Belonging to no one

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Spouts of fire

Grow from faulty wiring,  

In the twists and the snares

Of that rusted wilderness

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Silhouettes from a dream

Glide back and forth

Carving effigies of old foes

In splintered tree barks

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The afflicted world rises

 Heavy with turmoil

Trembling to be free

Of all its ghosts in the ashes