We are carved from darkness our fires have forged
I am beginning to see the end you sow
And together, this palace of blood is all we'll know
We are amaranth blooming in these fields of decay
I am starting to believe in our escape
And those are the first pillars I'll topple
You sit and wait and wonder
While I pillage, rape, and conquer
Yet we are one in the same
Forged from the same flame
Breeding hate into the family name
Lions you can't fucking tame
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Author:
Noah (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I see this as a depiction of how against yourself you can stand in your own head and what can come of it, which I believe is limitless to possibility
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Little dark here bud. Gonna be alright?
Lol yeah, just a bit how I am. If you think that's dark you should see the earlier stuff I've published haha
Lol nonetheless, thanks for checkin it out guys
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