We rose in the ashes,
From dust and death,
To live our lives,
And take a breath.
We were born in the flames,
In horror and pain,
To stand and watch,
While humanity was slain.
We were grown in loss,
Blood and bones,
To nourish our lives,
And show what owns.
We are apocalyptic children,
Knowing nothing but blood,
We kill without consideration,
As you never would.
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