Amid the drums
A recompense
Dusty rustling recklessness
Divine a way beyond
The pulsing
Temporal wrong
Hear our hearts beat
Scrambled bleats from
Slaughtered sheep
Screaming in our sleep
Phantoms faceless
Chase us
In the dark
A spark
Salvation is a lark
A joke we’re dashed upon
Again to look beyond
The team we once were on
Now can’t believe
The way we grieve
While the Sandman leaves
Knowing when we wake
The battle’s ours to take
Shouldn’t have made this mistake
What we had–a ruins
Should’ve left the bruises
All just ruses
’cause we wanted one more night
(to love)
To fight
And now the drums are quiet
The lambs’ last riot
Just like us.


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