The ground remembers footsteps—no one left behind, A brittle hush, then thunder rips the spine. Concrete sighs, fractures into jagged teeth, Cities cough glass, vomit ash beneath. We taste the iron in the suffocating air— A metallic prayer, a scream laid bare. Brace against the yawning fault, the world stripped and torn, Echoes of silence shattered, reborn.
Hands like anchors, nails in splintered wood, Heartbeat pounding like a war drum, blood boiling flood. The pulse of chaos, deafening in the night, A storm’s relentless cry—blackened dawn’s blight.
Rise and fall—sky sculpts fate in flame and wind, We are bone and wire where the break begins. Lightning claws the night, storms spit out their hymn, After the roar and ruin, we gather, we mend. Beneath thunder’s voice, under celestial wrath, We forge anew from fragments—belly of the aftermath.
Waves like ravenous engines, devour the quay, Salt and memory boiling in the spray. Towers topple, bleeding ink on the map, Coastlines redraw in decay’s relentless trap. We learn the siren’s cry, a savage lullaby, screaming names into rubble where the silent lie.
Tornado knifes the earth, gutting town and field, Steel screams like prophets, unyielding, revealed. A funnel of salvation—nothing left to save, Spitting broken clocks and forsaken graves. We chase the eye, a promise of no reprieve, Seeking the cracked apostles—what we believe.
Fist to the storm—bargaining with the raging dark, Trade our quiet for fury, shape a new arc. In the chaos, our defiance is spun, Rising through the wreckage—battle not won.
Rise and fall—sky carves fate with flame and wind, We are bone and wire where the breaking begins. Lightning claws the night, storms spit out their hymn, After the roar and the ruin, we gather, we mend. We gather, we mend!
Names spat like ash, the choking in the air,
Crunching reverb—a choir broken, laid bare.
Shout—no kneeling to the sky’s cold hand,
Shout—reclaim every shattered grain of land.
Pry open doors, lift slabs of forgotten town. Bones of buildings—ribs in scavenger’s grip, A slow chant rises, Unleash the fury, unbind the battered mind.
Lightning strikes like verdicts across the plains, each flash a judge, binding us in chains. Stormwaters ink the margins with blackened ink, Ledger of the fallen—names in the sink. Names sift like currency—grief’s heavy weight, coins of kinship paid in sweat, in fate.
Rise and fall—sky sculpts destiny in flame and wind, We are bones, we are wire, where the breaking begins. Lightning tears the night, storms shout their hymn, After the roar and the ruin, we gather, we mend. Bend—Break—Begin—Rebuild
From ash we scaffold, from ruins ascending. From the roar of thunder, our forge is unbent, Holding the lantern at horizons’ extent, After the roar and the ruin We gather, we mend!!
Heathen_AJ
