Empty Garrison

The blazing emblems protect you/within walls, you breathe faster, the night grows longer/behind doors of sighs and tears./Sidelong confederate glances reveals /why the blows to the bones takes form/as easy staccato, crawling before sunrise/already damned, but don’t know it,/in a vigil for less water / to perform baptism./More water for kinship, more for immersion,/unmoved by the plans not yet employed/the hollow faces, the blank stares/plans that get them nowhere./A dose of lead is heard overhead/report of the sentry rifle sounds from the turret./Another space, then again filled/by well wishers, well practiced/at painting their names on the iron doors,/they even carve the name of Jesus

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