Two raced against light.
Didn’t read the signs right.
For a moment, in flight,
Lost eyes locked,
Gave into their mutual fright.

Rockets, bombs, bullets, fights;
Blood, bruises, kissing knives.
Molotov’s thrown by the blind.
Since they didn’t choose to live,
Surely they are free to die.

Fire to the unborn.
Withstand the unknown.

Rest assured,
If they don’t atone,

They’ll die on fire.
With cuts sewn.


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