The Endless Circle of Hate
The flames dance lightly
Up towards a cloudless, black sky
Dirtying the stars with its marring smoke
The smell of rotting flesh
Fills the senses and engraves itself into your mind
And below those flames are piles of shells
The dreams long filtered out
Ascending to the heavens
Or spiraling down to hell
They add more to the pile
And illness adds to the rancid wafting
Trapped in between
The blood soon turns to ash and becomes the earth
Which will bring about a single rose
Birthed by the writhing hopes of the breathless souls
Among the living
The fire starter leaned down to pick it out
And pricked his finger on its razor thorns
A trickle of blood joins the ashy earth
The poison of hate seethes through it
And the man joins the fire
The endless circle loops back
And back
The endless circle of hate