Blood is speaking from the waste
The wasters wasted them.
We watched blood rush like the
Niger, and have seen much blood
And water in even state…
So, more water, more blood,
More deaths register the toll.
What are we now?
What waste, and life is flashed out…
The faithful of death on the run
To speed death again. Like gain
From a game to enjoy the end
We have lived with men with
Wild hearts, and they bring down the
Sun into our houses to take the world
They want to dig the world away,
And remain their midnight hearts
We wait to breathe freshness,
But the air has a poison, the venom
Will not make us sleep….
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