Peace During Wartime

How I ponder these dreams I had
It was our taming
Our own Carpophorus
Get back up regain your substance
This sigil on your chest it means nothing anyway

Sits well with golden platters you’re killing me
The severance of all those tiny beings
You’re like nothing I’ve seen before
Like the angels you cause me panic but bring me peace
Like the silver winds and the spectral honors
See them holding hands and chanting our blessings

I spectate the rotting Kodak
The sides how they’ve burnt from the fire
I never seen as much peace in one night as that I have that one
We should turn back there are soldiers there