{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )

♛: God bless dystopia

garnished chests, vests, nestled heads-

in the crest of motherly bosoms-

shawls sobbing salutations

and long legs buckle.

hoping it's

not

too

late.

- but it is.

we've already raked missiles over

the continents wrecking

our camouflaged teeth

with our own flags waving adieu

in a stoic ode to democracy.

- what does a man think he doesn't have so much so he kills for it?

nothing and everything.

and everything is nothing

nothing but that stupid flag.

and his wife is still cold

because the flag is as old as she is.

And flags with holes

can't keep her warm,

not anymore.

⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎

leaving your country in allegiance to fight another's man war is bullshit. how tf you wanna stop fighting by fighting? "wars of honor." cut the bullshit.

nevertheless, the men and women that fight for our protection now- thank you. it's not your fault you have to clean up after this shit.