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Stoke the fires of your retribution
Voice rising in dense tendrils
And choke the faithful
Those who
Worship at your shrine.
A temple of autumn grass
Wolves and coarse rope
Stoke the fires of your tradition
Beloved earth, red dirt of the fathers
Roll the coals of the Trail
Tears evaporated upward
Through the funnel
Acute, dense tendrils.