Deception, purple paper hiding red flesh
Our fathers selling our souls to damnation
Tearing at our minds with greedy claws
Is this right to expect from kin?

Seers, red dust and speckled wounds
Sears, on supple flesh, oil spilling from sheets
Of metal, burning to the desolate sky
Carrying the lost dreams of infinity cloud-bound

A shield, bound around me, a barrier to hide
Dissolves to snakes, a silent hiss
Threats from bombs I cannot hear;
Bullets I cannot feel
yet