If there's room
for dead doves
In a million wars
What's one more

Time is too frail
A construct of our
Unable souls forging
Better broken mentalities

Give away the
world and see the
Cloth of love
Undulate in a deeper ocean

Heal us of corrupt scripture
Heal me of my indifference
Separate me from ignorance
That red devil on my shoulder

Shutter step over the
Growing quiet divide
Bifurcating body and spirit
Into dead entities

Our olive branch
Kindling crackles with
Delightful chagrin in
Welcomed self immolation