WARNINGS: I own nothing.

Reap; and sow; and strife; and struggle; and suffer-
To become the next hero, who took o'er the former's toil,
And whilst you're still alive, take the pain, be it rougher
than before, or be it gentler than the soil
from which you have come, and from which I was made;
from which we were all created,
and where, after this, we will once more be laid;
Soaked in his blood—her blood—their blood; saturated,
joined, we have become kin—though the same blood doesn't run through our veins,
it cascades from our hands, we are shared and blood-bonded now, forever,
because of the torment of these days, memoirs of fire stains,
which we shall title 'We Fought, Still We Lost', and sever
the fool's idea of life, that all who persist shall be burned,
but ne'er scarred—for scarred is all we are,
and as we go, witnessed helplessness becomes learned,
to teach us that it never matters that we have wished on the brightest star,
or even that we have worked to build fantasy into truth;
In the end, the crows will sing postlude o'er our headboards,
And the snakes on the headstones of our youth,
'Till the day of reckoning comes,
A reckoning that breeds forgiveness; a forgiveness that births
wisdom, understanding, and acceptance.
We learn through repetition,
and by the suns—our agonies are without end!

Thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated! If you have any interpretations of this, I would love to hear them.