The Fires Are Coming

Emberghost

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I step west [to the] hills where the black smoke is rising
Picture us embracing [as] the world is collapsing
Of four- a family... the broken corral doors oncoming
The nightmare stallions of thousands leave ghost towns

A calm protest for change/A glimpse of understanding
A chance to sit and think for once

The fires are coming. The baptism's Sunday
The chosen are laid in their graves
The nightmares are over- the war is beginning
The fires are headed this way

Warning siren sounds- red flag is raised
Blood has been spilt, but you'll taste my blade soon
I'll see you dropped to your knees in heaps of crumpled rags
In testimony to my perseverance