We live in uncertain days.

We never want to stay.

We never want to leave.

Now the lines have all bled together.


Once we were fighters.

Once we were slaves.

Once there was an enemy,

A purpose, a reason.


Now I must wonder

Am I doing the right thing?

Or is it just another misstep?

Another tragedy?


Relevance, its burning

Where does it all go?

The smoke?

Am I really just a slave?


Trapped between others’ fires,

I am an angel, unable to take sides.

God or Lucifer?

What do I do when both start to sound insane?


Will I forever walks upon these shores

Along the Acheron, Limbo’s tears?

Covered by smog very few think of

Those smothered beneath its blanket.


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