Blood craved in stone
Identity walking on the smoke in the wind
Feathers clipped on one wing
Flying in circles
Painted with one brush
Eloquent as a drum beat
Fearing what we don't know
Hating that we don't know
Acid rain eats the stone
Burns off the smoke
Frozen in water
Judging the truth
Our religion couldn't do that
A moral advantage
Blood craved in stone
Nothing to do with reality
Roles no one wants to play
Walking on smoke
Looking with cruel eyes
A paradox of the unknown
Hidden in mutilating intent
Acid rain eats the stone
Walking with the wind
Smoke above the ground
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