Step into the fire...

Feel it on your skin...

Fondness wrapping its arms around you...

Crawling every blue moon towards the constellations...

Efforts watching and laughing...

But you're coughing...

Warnings flashing...

The deep calamities clashing...

Hope is what you're trashing...

But beyond many births...

Beholds the pedestal of creation...

Not a touch of manifestation...

Not a tongue of migration...

But of false celebrations...

Blood turning into nitrogen oxide...

Covering the universe with withered tarps...

So it leaves mysteries in shackles...

"Bleed with us..."
"Bleed with our air..."

It shouts to the unknown,
yet the noble...