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the bricks
of my city
are fired in the
kilns of rage.

bursting energy,
each voice rising
higher than the other.

knees unblemished
by kneeling, fingers
untangled from prayer.
our gods are resilient,
our religions
are born from our wagging tongues.

we die
in a blaze of glory.
fiery trumpets
of heroic