As we atone
As we atone for blood we spilt,
we know we knew not then,
yet strangely we’re consumed by guilt,
weakening yen for zen.
Choosing to exchange roles,
relinquishing all goals,
we walk over hot coals.
We walk alone,
as we atone.
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