We cross the wounded warriors sea..
To distance ourselves from eternity.
As fate would have it-
The dessert rose…
Up from the ashes, and into the throes.
We clash our shields in defiant woes,
Naked and intolerant-
We fall to our foes.
How shameful are we…
Ignorant as can be…
For the perpetuity weakens thee.
As a phoenix, we must climb-
To wash away yester’s grime.
Fly to me, Phoenix of Flee.
Render yourself, hear my plea.