The tired call
Of these unreasonable apologetics
Stretch on long after the dust has settled
Defending barren fortresses
With purposeful determination
From phantom spectres
With familiar faces
Custom made
In these personal factories of guilt
They stand guard atop
The remnants of a war
Raging from the past
Taking bullets and blades
That already hit their marks
Keeping them alive
Through sheer force of will and memory
I can feel your agony
From a continent away
You can move on
No further than they
An avenging vendetta
Posed to relics
Aged to dust
Your feet have set planted
Something must come of this
Or like well oiled rust
You have waited stagnant in decay
Taking cups of water from the ocean
You did nothing on this day
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