Threw the caucus of us,
into the sea
mother earth can take care of the rot.
Our poisonous souls
ripped apart
twisted scar tissue
is left
Something can grow
from this hate,
twisted
with the curse of wisdom.
It can be beautiful,
wounded solders,
with tales of blood
lost innocence
gained knowledge.
The caucus of two souls
can rot in the sea
but something new
and better can come.
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