It’s underway, your history burns
The only tie to tomorrow, and the present…
It’s always gone
It’s in your spine, your mouth gives birth
To the innocent, stillborn, and the rape…
Is such a bore
Somebody is blessed to forget
Someone is cursed to remember
You’re too unwise to suffer
I am I, and you…
Will drown in virtue
In his eyes you’re a wet-nurse
Sour milk to the children, and infanticide…
Is already done