Beneath

I am closer to this Earth
hollow, fatuous sleep now visits me
Within the shell of my being a war of serpents, both flesh and spirit, stir
Coils that twist and wretch upon one another, both seeking their own completion
From the heart of this contest, I trace the lines of a blade's edged dance most terrible
Etched into the walls beneath where my eyes may penetrate
My sleep is end
I am now farther from that Earth 
And yet, I will remain as an echo
Hear now the words from the mouths of Ghosts and Martyrs
We are conflict
We are harmony
We are Chimera
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