shadow begone

My thoughts are mined, ununionized, they work

for sympathy rewards from eyes: blood stones

and with their absence soul is numbed of spark

giving pure essence out  to other homes.

Yet my eyes are nations colliding time

oil for lives exchanging blood currency

bullets instead of blankets fill the sky

silencing weakness slow indecency-

Blinking only fuels the burning fire flames

raining down upon our heads we wait

while others Challenging, they still play their games

hate miners hating breeding hate hate hate.

behold! these reborn eyes and will alone

will radiate light from every lost stone