The Bleeding Yards

We're breaking tiles
the falling piles
stacking files
reaching miles

Giving our best to tomorrow
as it shatters in the face of today
whereas in the trail of time
the pieces unite declaring unity
on this path bound to the lowlands
and leaving the proverbial islands

This city's made with ceramic, stone, a little bone
from the foundations- up, we're building a new day
inside the bleeding yards

by Mason Maestro

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