Englands on fire:
Ashes and anger,
strewn across the only place I’ve known.
I try to stand tall and strong, but I cut my wings off far too long ago.
Rubbed salt into the wound, as history marks this moment into its books. Etched forever.
England is on fire, London Bridge is burning; 1666.
Buried six feet under, but still alive, still scratching.
War doesn’t just change lives,
It changes forever.