We gather around what warms us
Call it truth, call it blood
We press our names into its surface
Until it answers back as us
We build our altars out of likeness
Kneel to mirrors made of flame
What we cherish, we encircle
What we bless, we try to claim
Closer.
Closer still.
No distance left to breathe.
We consume.
What we love
We draw inside.
What we love
We crucify.
Love.
Hate.
One mouth.
We speak of unity in chorus
But mean alignment to our will
We praise devotion as a virtue
While shaping it to fit our silhouette
We love the echo of agreement
Fear the fracture of dissent
So we tighten every border
Until affection turns to defense
Hold it.
Name it.
Make it ours.
We consume.
What we love
We redefine.
What we love
We set in stone.
Love.
Hate.
Same throne.
We do not hate without first loving.
We do not burn what we do not hold.
The fire that binds us
Feeds the smoke that blinds us.
You consume, greedy.
I can't fill your empty!