Break
what god to praise,
each locked in our own skin-fence,
heart a brew of solitary cauldron?
why these racked spheres
elongated on such frail necks?
fated to hide from the truths
which loathe the absurd rubber
of our slippery face?
we destroy to eat, impose to breed,
degrade to
exist,
while we trip across this knotted, strangled
landscape of fear.
even those with eyes to see,
courage to break and suffer,
play king and complicit,
coin and queen.
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1/28/24 ... more mods
1/4/24 ... transposed "king" and "queen"
2024. The year fascism could take over the USA and the world. ... trying to deal with how powerful hate becomes so quickly, once it is lit in the masses. How it then controls us all, forces us to bow down on pain of torture. Ultimate loss.
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