And that's how quickly
The fire came
A moment before he'd
Made his name
Among the ruins
Of yesterday
We sat and spun these
Solemn stories
And that's how easily
We died that day
A moment before we'd
Found our way
Tamed our riotous
Thoughts of fame
And fed our souls with
Bondage and pain
And that's how gently
We die today
Praying to deities
Quietly
Accepting our guilt with
No debate
A moment before we
Made our escape.
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