Children of hubris play with matches
Commit arson just to play in the smoke
Smoke entangles us in a misleading embrace
Ashen funeral parade blows away
Now you burn
And now our mothers wish we had been stillborn
And been delivered with broken bones
But here we stand, with blistered tongues from eating coals
And chewing out our own tombstones
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