in arson dreams we are outside looking in
the things we've done we thought invisible
are like axe wounds to the chest
here words are built like armies
equipped to search, destroy and desecrate
grant us this self destruction
be the kindness of firing squads
to the ones who made their mother's womb a home, a tomb
you are freed of all burdens
we were made into monsters
fueled by never ending pain and strife
as good as dead
we found ourselves
sentenced to life
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