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we sacrifice another life to absurdity
like ants crying out to god
to deliver us from the birds, the vultures
that circle low in the dust

toiling in obscurity,
we pray to angels, forms we can only name
without rhyme or reason among the forest fires
a flicker in a billion flames

The bonfire ate the martyrs, the tribes, all queer, aglow
circled manic, with hellraiser laughter
the drums of our inferno

The bonfire hungered, bloodthirst cried out,
whirlwind made to flesh and flame
The voice it spoke from the pyre, hatred without doubt.
judgement hesitated, ere ur the sword swung, and missed
the first flame fell a cold stone
from heaven without shame

No more the water would rise again
to flood upon the whole
The tiny ember became the bonfire
the voice within the whirlwind
the might of the inferno.

It raged with invincible fury
No man or tempest could ever dare to know.
In the bonfire of st crucible
Down below.