no god praised by sin
nor honored by ink
Humans of their writing’s fin
spitting stains to sink
white charred leaves
fired script they blows
unmeant tragdy glarin'
kindled in its own rose
red heart breaks
out of adust batch
whispers pieces fakes
deafeningly mild
into profit’s choler’s match
douses the burn of bleed
unite faith of Kind
close turn one Breed
hate they freeze
equal near ’n‘ far
we