• All that remains are the ashes of southern hatred
    Remnants and morsels of charred self-respect, humanity, and patriotism
    All in the name of autocratic preservation
    The pale crusaders can maintain face for only so long; they carry more filth within themselves than they'd admit to

    Those beautiful blossoms, grown in the crevices of abandoned crude gardens, wilt not because they forgive not and are capable not of forgetting, though, they do hide from pale spotlight and find alleviation only through lack of it.
    Blood stained soil grows black blossoms of ultimate oppression

    When will the soil turn, ashes fertilize the land, and roses wilt?