Bloodied skies
Over treacherous plains
A weeping moon
Has no words to explain
Caskets carried
On broken shoulders
The funeral pyres
Now overflowing
What sort of violence
Can bruise the sky?
What sort of treachery
Causes the moon to cry?
Cruel words
Catch in the flesh
And bring a million
Dreams to their death
They Bruised the Sky


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