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Fire

Sparks

Piercing the shell

Ice

Darkness

Clouding vision

The world spins

The world fades

And the mind is alone

No vision

Yet seeing red

The betrayed retch up their pride

Growing colder

Growing darker

Growing smaller

Retreating inside

A sea of inky darkness

Drips onto charred pages

Wrapped in the stained cocoon

A creature born of death

Will breathe new life soon

The cries to which you were deaf

Will be harbingers of your doom

The shadow emerges uncalled

Nothing but a dead-eyed echo

To tear down constructs that are ignorance-walled

There are grudges it can’t let go

You got your wish of segregation

When it became something apart from your ilk

Don’t regret the degradation

When the blood flows out like silk

It’s too late;

YOU CREATED ME

THIS IS YOUR FATE;

YOUR LEGACY

LOOK UPON YOUR WORK AND DIE