reptilian

futile wars for fruitless words, written by shadow kings, their shrapnel seeds the desert fields, and sprouts this fear we see, devils do not need a hell, in order to exist, melodies of flightless birds, remind reptilian me, that time is not through sharpening, our tested claws and teeth, devils do not need a hell, in order to exist, we must lose sight of the shore to know what courage means, we must lose sight of who we are to know what we can be, the enemy will not reveal its mortal form to me, the enemy will not reveal its mortal form to me, the enemy, will not reveal, its mortal form, to me, the enemy, will not reveal, its mortal form, to me