Creatures of Relief
head high in bloody water
speak to the ghosts of war
pale, gray children talking in broken tongue seek the weak
My eyes are weary of the everything
I do speak to them
They do kill me
I do lie there,die there,
My eyes are weary of nothing
(1-2 min.)
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