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[*adaptation of “The Flame Deluge” by Thrice]

I feel that I was meant for something more

My curse, this awe-ful power to unmake

And ever since they found their taste for war

They’ve forced me onto those whose lives they’d take

While Guernica in peaceful valley lay

And Dresden dreamed of anything but death

The day was turned to night, and night to day

They let me loose upon your fragile flesh

To Baghdad, me and one hath wrought

Ugly sights, so few before hast borne

Though deceived, all the same, we fought

Once alone, like you and yours, we mourn