The battle started long ago
As feelings turned into thoughts
Thoughts, into feelings
And the original memories pass into shadow

And we segment the evil we find in the world
Into those we deem worth fighting
And the rest, to which we effectively give license
Because the match

                   that lit the fuse

Which burned down until exploding
Which scarred and charred us into what we are today
Which burns still our surroundings and loved ones

Which darkens the brightest skies with yesterday's smoke

Which leaves us with seventh degree burns, sensitive to the touch

Which stirs the memory we will not recall




Which lives on