We, born rats,
ran together between the gutters.
We bore rats
from the crannies between our guts.
Children born from a rabbit head
share not the blood of our brethren.
The others formed from feathers
know not joy or the sewer smell.
And ignored we spawn, still biting,
cognizant of the charred stars.
For the day we choose to drown the wards,
see our names written, signed upon their walls.
Their castles.
As we inherit all they've marred.
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