Song I

the earth filled
with new sounds,
new screams,
ever heard,
new whispers
speaking of spleens
and sorrows unheard,
unhealed,

and there will be no respite
and no deferment,
in the intention of betrayal,
no pause when hands take to axes

Now it begins
to dawn on you,
the truce preceded the cull,
the noise after the lull

and there will be no respite
and no deferment,
in the intention of betrayal,
no pause when hands take to axes