With the first threads of dawn, 

your heartbeat accelerates towards the sun.

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Drums overrule the sound of consciousness. 

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Searching in the seas of loss, you dig the graves of your brothers, and with their gravestones, the witnesses to your crime, you build a ladder to the light. 

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You feed the fire of your soul with the flowers planted in their memories. 

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With your bare hands, you sow, and with fire in their eyes, they reap.