dead man will fuck you hard,
will ride god’s flaming stallion over the
corpses of yr children and call it justice and
if the landscape can only be painted w/ blood then
there are decisions to be made
there are junkies to crucify and
politicians to hang for the tentative
promise of a brighter tomorrow
there is a nation of victims just waiting to
blame you for their problems but
screw that
draw strength from their misery and learn to
drink the marrow from their bones
understand yrself to be the enemy
and laugh