Give me a reason not to erase us from me, not to complete the job you are already doing so well.
They drop bombs, here in the desert, where they harm no one but the scorpions and the snakes.
Give me a reason not to throw out all we are and were amidst our brothers and sisters to be likewise obliterated.
Because, although I find myself afraid and do not know what yet I will become, I do know this:
I, at least, will rise from the flames and become something beautiful, renewed, in the death of you-and-me.
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