Whisperers and conquerors









Whisper keep me
I stumble
A boulder
Across this empty land
Guardians have desist
The water is tainted
With the bad dreams of soldiers
Who chose to wear no shoes
Battered bones
Harmonica blues
Their oiling flesh
Would poss
At dawn
Separating
What they
Had once become
I.ate their jellied eyes
Tasted the fear
On every stride
The glass on the mud
The jagged gate
I wonder if angels
Question date
Do or die
On this lawless land
I look for my laces
I understand

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