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by Adam Warsame Narbeth

The war has finished,
They cheer while I am here,
under the vast, cold world.
Fires burn without warmth,
and if any living come we reach for their souls, we scream for them.
They are careless and they must join us. We will everlast here.
cruelly,
painfully,
but always with a little hope
of being released into the night sky.