Brothers know we know what is wrong

The darkness has it own mouth

Speaking from reversed thought

Toast so burnt that it's burning

As if on fire and

Nothing

Nothing

There is a pathway

A itch to go there

You have one try

Wash the blood

Wash it down

Soaked in earth

Where it came

To the place of hurt

For calm is nearing

Your patience frees

Wall of fire

Death dances for masks

Covering bent features

Whips in affliction

IN RABID REFLECTION

Collapse upon the wall

As they begin to tumble