when it happens They told us not to dance on graves. But when the tyrant dies, we don’t mourn. We remember. We rage. We reclaim. We dance. No prayers. No peace. Just steel boots, scorched flags, and the fire they tried to drown us in.

Caption:
No prayers.
No peace.
Just boots on bones
and a fire to dance around.

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