WE ARE

Torn to shreds,

That fall as rain;

Albeit red,

On what remains.

So green and innocent as us,

Must destroy our brothers first,

Before he learns and kills us,

Commit the sin for fear of worse.

Close your eyes,

And it’s over soon;

Rip the skies,

With thunder-blooms.

So pure and gold as we,

Control the thunder with our hands,

So much power we cannot see,

And we will never understand.

Bloody hands,

Used to be mine;

Scarring brands,

On skin-naught-divine.

So sick and twisted ghouls,

Made from your perfect sons,

Feeding off the world’s wounds,

We are the chosen ones.