Cain shrugs his shoulders;
his name is not in vain.
The sweat that turned the bolders
no longer shines to feel the pain.
Remus should have known
his cross would bend the sky
-for all the mercy Christ was shown-
it’s still the single greatest lie.
But voiceless cries the sin
from Hitler to the Flood
(unless one rose again).
Every city must be built in blood.
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