What new master has now built his throne on brothers bones?
why are you sheltering me,
he that walks this path alone?
somewhat unfeasible.
Drops of water are invisible, but nonetheless, form the sea;
Why are you consoling me?
You pledge not to rest, and each directs, and is directed in turn,
and this can leave you disheartened at best,
wondering which lessons first to unlearn.
You cry out for unity. You cry out for purity.
Now what? Wait in turn, but fly to burn?
My heart is red as night, my heart is fire and its alight;
and how come fire, fury and flame can be so alike tonight?
and how come I defile, everytime?

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