The innocent thieves
Tongue on their heads
No observance of civility
Love and loveless hate
Like a coral gift
Stand without a shadow
Their shallow floods over the gutters
Fly like a sparrow
And lived in by new skeletons.
The heart and the head are joined together in battle line
Painful caught on the metallic hell
The beautiful black blood wet the field
Silting on the graves
... Still innocent.
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