standing with you
in the dark rain
wind on our faces
fires lighting our eyes
blood on our lips
thankless battles
raging times left in decay
for what?
knee deep in want
having fourth chances to right ourselves
taking the backside on a new day
pushing the sunrise
same channels to bark
wings of steel
rusted hours
gliding too close to the waves
fat tongues letting go
twisted showers of naught
wooden forts in the weeds
apes in charge, again
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