Viscous circles always combine,
a mockery like no other.
Fanfares of complete idiocy
aerate the flames of anger.
We all saw the signals,
and tried to avoid the way the infernos
may leave us latching to the sad truths
stretching forever into our futures.
They are the links that bind.
Our heaviness that strengthens,
as it tries indefinitely to slow all progress.
All times to rise, instead of fall.
Here is the night,
and the dark smoke filled sky.
I stack these branches furiously
in preparation for our battle.
These bonfires burn.
Inside them are the ashes of every single note of treachery,
and familiar faces frequently forgiven until these defining moments.
Prepare for this fate.
Now and forever, be cast away.
The viking ship has arrived,
and here it stands as the thankful departure.
Haze fills the morning we notice the calmness.
Blessed is the new day.
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