with ancestral murals carved into your back
The Thousand: living off their borrowed breath
sprint to Hades, quick as skeletons
no flight, no fight, no fear, no death.

 there are some ideas bigger than your name
and i pray that i may dissolve to such strength
every day, itching this splitting shell
pulsing, painfully, in time 
with the hearts of those slain before me
and those who will s...

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