Had it been the smoke
The smoke they revered so much
Being the remainder of the fires
They'd destroy us
As it were
But only the smoke of hatred
So, keeping quiet they let the
Flames be put out slowly, calmly
With thier heart, painted with ashes
Claimed by evil, unmatched
And when a wail would engulf
Their body in its entirety
That is when they
See the broken
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