the_kill_is_always_mercy
raze now hoist the child
above your head and
wait for the hand of
a godless man to graze
his skin, perfect but
for the stain of soot
that blights his boyhood.

echo of the ash
he was formed from.

callback to the night
flames devoured
the house he was born in.

we watch these beasts beat
the blood from their bodies
with the prime lenses set deep
in our skulls aimed at a dent
in the dirt, so all
that's shown is shadow.
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what's it to you?
who go
blather
from