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Wrath and thorns

Flaming tongues

Paint my song volatile

Speak in storms

I don’t fight it

I let it in

I’ve bled

Just not enough

Not yet

This may just kill me

But I can’t live another way

So if you’d offer guidance

You’d better spell it out plain

‘Cause I see no landscapes

I see only ruins I’ve made

Burn my name

Throw me in a shallow grave

I’m dragged and torn

Through shelters scorned

Dynamism calcified

Hold for home

No spoils owed

Sharpen hope

Into knives

Recover

Parry

‘Cause I see no landscape

I see only seas of face

Hold for home

If you want it

Then grit your teeth

And earn it