A living nightmare contrasts with peace,
Those living under the rubble seem resurrected.
Their peace has resolved from above them,
And below them the earth is violent
Yet never brooding like a wounded animal.
Blood is spat from the underworld,
Bloods are ruined, living and dying.
The daring connection is made by some,
But they know not the wisdom of their God.
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