Looking back you see they gave very little to work with But tried build an entire future it. Watching their love for crumble so slow. It’s terrible and ugly but them it's clean. And there sat in a rebar bed blanketed by mortar. This can't be what the poets meant love. The praise is sweeter than summer's day dogma will sung your bodies church no longer After all earth littered ruins of lives like They all believed that were made eternal too. Hope this teach difference between self sacrifice To avoid slaughter led too again again. You should sit rubble let it press its marks into skin on it was probably kindest thing anyone has ever done you.