war cry

can i love the silence
for the way it stirs when i roar
Can i love the violence
the way holding it back is a choir

and if my blood was a curse
the way they swear it is to me
am i aloud to love the abominable thing
that it makes of me

can my heart be the war drum
of the wild thing
can my soul be the snare drum
that makes the night skies ring

and if you pray for silence
i need not have you here
for my soul is born to riot
with out the burden of fear

take me to the sea now
take me to the sky
take me to where the wild things can live
with out needing to dream to die


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