Never saw a match that wouldn’t burn,
and fire—it warms the coldest heart
and melts their misanthropic hold
on weapons spread like sticks
or tinder in a box.
I loved the flame,
but nothing ever changed.
Saw a road to freedom lined in blood.
It ran like water down the drain
and flowed from out their severed veins.
I bled against their flag
and bled them out for mine.
It was deranged
and nothing ever changed.
In the end, nothing changed,
and the noble corpses laid their bodies down
on the stage
for some curtain call or misbegotten bow.
Time will fade
but the audience still rumbles out my name
in vain,
and nothing ever changed.
In the end, nothing changed,
and the noble corpses laid their bodies down
on the stage
for some curtain call or misbegotten bow.
Time will fade
but the audience still rumbles out my name
in vain,
and nothing ever changed.
Nothing ever changed
save time, as steady as a heart
whose blood lives on amidst the dead.
The clock reveals the truth—
tomorrow is today.
I dug their graves
and nothing ever changed.
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