Beyond Reasoning
The cry outburst in the domains still
Maybe today it’s not about the same
Troublesome shoots inflicted by death
With each fortnight turns lamentations.
Why is that we brawl in this way each
Moment, Won’t you spell mercies upon
Our black blood. Each day bring forth
Moans and groans awry... We cry in pain
My checks drips with an innocent made
Spade for garden work in my hands, on
With the digging. Red hot is it’s bore that
Blisters my hand yet dust storms in pits
Now the cemetery images unreasoningly
Our place we out our grief, and in numbers
Decreasing like the prospect of a deduction
Math. The step proves inevitably crafted then.
If be this way, won’t your lenience descend
And grace all whom are at displeasure, won’t
Today spell a different demise in the domains
Even our knees knell whacky in longs of life.
It pains not the flesh but devours the souls
Bit by bit, This path is thorny and meanders
It’s one never had been walked before. Alas...
Won’t the Phoenix grands more to our tribe?
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