Nay,
Friends.
Not yet.
NOT YET!
This world won’t burn,
Not yet.
I’ll salvage what beauty I can,
From naught but dust,
& ashes,
If I have to.
Say –
How many times,
Have we burned ourselves to embers?
Fighting for brighter futures?
No.
Not yet.
Won’t give up,
Not yet.
Rising –
From the ruin of who I once was,
Changing,
Ethereal,
‘twixt form,
& fury.
Righteous indignation –
That they stole the world from us.
Ghetto hick rednecks,
Who couldn’t learn their place –
Due to a stubborn savant streak.
Battling the apocalypse,
With naught but knuckles,
Fearlessness,
In the face of annihilation.
Teeth bared at oblivion.
We exist to martyr ourselves,
It’s how we were bred.
Raised.
Indoctrinated.
Not yet.
We can’t die,
Not yet.
Not until my bones are seething,
Boiling from my flesh.
Refuse to give in,
To die at hands of fate.
As much as this depression,
Claws at our insides.
Dragging us towards death.
We must resist her call.
Continue to fight,
As many times as we need to rise.
Not yet.
Again.
Not yet.
Fight.
Not yet.
Eyes up,
Teeth bared & bloodied.
Wounds flapping in the winds.
Fire.
Steel.
Not yet.
Embers.
