dead seas

(the hotside of humanity)

what they had seen, these watchers of hotland

was more than a penguin could carry

men beat down littles while drunk in white sand

and children were forced to go marry.

guns were awarded for turning age nine, visions of blood were heroic

and in order to say you were finally a man, you had to go hotside and show it.

religion had turned to a gang rape on fire

and beads squeezed the blood in your wrist

and all that you prayed for was hung on a spire

and fate was the dust in your fist.

what they had seen without cracking frowns

those old tongueless statues won’t say

but what you could know while astudy their crowns

was that death was no friend they betrayed

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