Ashes

The embers rose high in the sky
of guilt and jealousy that brooded over minds
the ashes left on the earth
cringed the living hearts mourning their plight
slowly the ashes smeared on the forehead are turning strong
in the agony of revenge
they feel they do no wrong
a bait to make things even
is marked on their slate
the hurt snayers will have their heads presented on their plates.
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