God of the Black Flames
Silent sentinels rise from the tide,
bones of steel, nourished, refined.
Like Canti, a lord forged from the mind,
bound to the earth for the ones who cry.
Painted for the hymn of adults—
swinging a bat for freedom of lies.
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