Neighbours Joy

Well... I won't tell truth we are the moths of everlasting glow before almighty fiery tongue would nail us to the wall we are the fume of ashen thoughts we won't fetch truth nor we embrace the lies of world and yes... we will consume our neighbours blood their pride and joy of who they would become or those they never join - if only tear could rise upon in order to smoothly blow what’s called: a furious gate of hope (By myself, this night...)