of things said in rain

teeth bared, blood flared
rictus spasm, what the fuck do you need?
ramrod straight, filled with hate
arms akimbo, are you ready to bleed?

let's twist the head off this body
the brain does not work anymore
the eyes spark with recognition
for what I am not sure

someone is yelling to dead gods tonight
someone is telling them lies in mortal fright
while the skies piss down on a dying world
a golden shower to soak all flags unfurled

will you soldiers still soldier on
when nothing is left to fight for, anymore
will your leader still suck the marrow
till bone shards bleed their guts tomorrow

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the pieces don't fit, but maybe they do...