anorthodox
An Unholy Invocation of Crippling Doom
Kick it 'til it breaks
they say we are too reckless;
that the world we burn for
can not be born from flame,
that we must plant its seeds.
but we answer them,
with soot on our faces
and clods of dirt in our fists,
“we are making our garden rich with ash.”
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