Conflict in the blood, another felling
Coolly gaping jaws staring straight back at the black abyss
Awaiting judgement or a confirmation
Of their own unparalleled beliefs?
Will such an epiphany arise from their charred remains
Or should they remain and lie to them in their stony death,
And should such words be voiced in this void
They would not heed its wispy howl
As anything more that the wheeze of a retreating breeze
