Enumerate the nameless and the unarticulated
Falsify their saintliness and chisel them into this stone
From the distance I can hear your silence and I beg you not to fall into this snare
Of the many things worthy of dying there are none worthy of killing
Read what is hidden behind paper, color and tears
They are double edged
With the guilt of a life stolen
Falsify their saintliness and chisel them into this stone
Here every life given is adorned
With the guilt of a life stolen from another child that cries for a loved one they never knew
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