October red
We call ourselves military might in
It could be said the porous
Characters of history in droves
The doves drive cars
The hawks etching flight paths
Drop feathers stream towards their
Shapeshifting in seemingly effortless unison
Leaves chatter reverberate completed nuclear
Smoke this intricately device ahead of schedule
All the bad in one convenient place
The countess shot and dumped down a well
Spillover in fighting against this wall of icy purpose