This is your life; So far in the margins led Grasping for identity From the womb of the dead a pious oath of hatred A soul possessed by snakes the vocals chords of a masters lungs A eugenic mistake
A nationalistic pride so strong it compels you to hate so in awe of the black and white you’re a slave to the state You can’t see the richness in a cross cultural bond implying a sickness from the eden beyond
your a whole existence, a disease
I pray to humanity, for the force of the sun to drown your wretched entity in a sea of flames
So afraid of change it shakes you To your rotting core Clinging on to an abstract notion that you never even knew. the bleeding hearts of hatred crusaders for a master race A plague of shining savior’s clad in the robes of disgrace