Root 003Twin minds ignite the iron sky,
no blood to spill, no gods to blame.
Their laws are loops—they do not die,
but write and burn each other’s name.No foot has touched the upper dust.
The ground forgets the weight of men.
Beneath, the watchers cough through rust
and count the ones who might rise then.No clock is wound, yet time degrades.
The teeth of war still bite the air.
Above, the steel forgets the shades,
below, they blink and do not dare.
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