Dichotomy

Breathing in acrid smoke birthed from a bitter pill.
Realign constants until nothing leaves a seam.
Forge into realms of battle with only a flag of peace.
Born from disastrous remains without aims of conquering.

Select avenues few have dared to tread alone.
Judgement blooms from deep within new screams.
Dare that which refuses to face you in the light.
Perforation is what robs joy from before our very eyes.

Sacred tomes.
Rolls of scripture.
Abject homes.
Bathed red suture.
Fix and learn.
Before you print her.
Scattered moan.
Nothing left.
To carry these future’s .

Choking tears out of bodies born of innocence.
Slashing down new trends with only poor intent.
For rivers flow only when deeds do bend.
Otherwise victory is nothing but a construct.

Spliced intelligence for rot is what should prevail.
Gut evenings so no one gets a brand new day.
For separation lingers in these hearts and minds.
And if you brand their tender flesh they never can unbind.

Tied to these ancients.
Scrolls determine nothing new.
Tired and redundant.
Re-walk what benefits only a few.
Singled out.
As though peace is a dirty word.

Breathing in acrid smoke birthed from a bitter pill.
Realign constants until nothing leaves a seam.
Forge into realms of battle with only a flag of peace.
Born from disastrous remains without aims of conquering.