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