Always a dark fire
Always a man watching
Never a canvas so heavy with color
Over-painted, blurred
And dreamed of
In ties far beyond loose ends
Those of fake smiles
Fake friends
And Gods unlikely
Dark silhouettes
I'll leave no deity behind
In my curses, grim thoughts
And never a word warm, kind
Will come true from me
For I am to disregard
A dark fire
A man watching
Layer the canvas in black
And dream of truth
Riddled with filth
Burdened with dreams
Contempt with justice
Stuck with themes
Of days left far behind
A pigmy, so easily forgotten
This pilgrim is war
In a dark fire
With a man watching
And he knows your intentions
He knows
Incinerate the canvas
Leave the deities behind
God will understand
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