Hello, cold sudor of war—
How’ve you been?
Myself? Not so well.
I can’t kill your memory.
It comes as no surprise though—
I’ve been all I could be.
Your generals fed us to the hounds—
loosed through Cerberus’ teeth.
Then called your skeletons to march,
and haunt us in our sleep.
When you crowned us with your eternal flame.
You assented annihilation as war erased our
safest space.
Now the blood we cry-eth unto heaven—
Is lost on deafened ears.
Uneasy heroes’ stand in place.
As this rock forever spins
from cradle to eternity.
Our wounds were always open—
Apocalypse Bloom offers un-mercy.
Selfish hearts devour the young.
So abandon ship, abandon hope.
The vessel’s hull was breached—
Our boat no longer floats.
From dust to dirt.
We rise from earth.
And still, we find ourselves here.
When the world died,
it was the blackest of our days.
Yet we bent a knee before the graves—
as if thoughts and prayers could save face.
No guarantees our world will spin—
so if we don’t tune in,
inherent sorrows won’t be silent.
As our grief will never end.
Liars drank our gold.
Cowards burned our homes.
You struck the match.
You lit the fuse.
Now—
We’ll spit—not bow.
We’ll burn your stripes,
We’ll incinerate your dreaded fields.