Run.Run while you are still unmarkedBy the black cloud that huntsFor your flesh, the storm that devoursSelectively. You're not safe.Today the arrow points at them,Tomorrow your embers will bear witnessTo ashen trepidation's mane;Escape.Leave everything behind.Nothing is yours. Nothing is ours.Indelible or not, it will erode,Every sign of our life, all will beUnmarked.