We Are the Rebels

The king cried out war to the masses And war was delivered in parades through the streets Banners proclaiming destiny to follow to the ends of time And front lines slaughtered only miles away...

The Nature of Explosives

Torment until the light of this world goes out The message scratched into the head of a nail Drive it in, pull it out, repeat the process Until our skin is like a minefield after war...

King in Chains

The world comes through as reflections on glass And I wonder what those on the other side see If anyone exists in the room beyond the window Longing as I do to step off the ledge...

Two Prisoners

He who lives in fear gives way to shadows Certain of the doom laid out for him by the stars A patchwork tapestry of fraying ends and holes torn away The words once whispered to him in the deep of night...

A Proclamation

Wrapped in a proclamation to the world Within anthems called out across the rooftops A whispered command waits to be discovered Hidden between the blood-spattered pages...

Comfort of Darkness

When night falls, a prophet roams the streets And all who hear his voice close their doors, shutter their windows— Barricade against the call to arms The challenge of a mind that sees beyond the wall.

Visions Over the Sea

Where the moon’s reflection meets the city’s edge I boarded a ferry to cross over with the rest To a place that has always waited for us This, the final passage of dreamers...

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