We came crashing down right on time. Like the fifty-ninth of the eleventh hour. Days spent down on our knees, watching stolen soil sift through our fingers. So what the fuck are we still waiting for? For some someone to save us? For the rains to come? Watching strong foundations come undone?

We're not waiting for the dust to settle. We're marching in and we're kicking down the door.

All hope died when the hunger came. First the slender cheeks, and then the sunken eyes. And soon every dirty face just looked identical. Common graves, calling all our names. Calling us out of a life, plagued by doubt. We used to be so fucking strong. Do you remember when we sang those songs together?

We're not waiting for the dust to settle. We're marching in and we're kicking down the door.