What is my designation
this incessant hollow chamber
echoing cries blind men refuse to see

My battle scars
leaching through the stitches of life
retched hearts must it be, is that me.

Looking into these horrors,
the endless screams of desperation
this indignation, the indignity of castration.

Pier into the folly of pride,
the spider’s silk dance of obedience
the fertile grounds of hate it’s expedient.

No! ye’ will not inflict thy indifference
the storm clouds gather in the east,
this vicious cycle the feeding of the beast.

I’m standing here at the altar of humanity
time bleaching bones in hot sands
naming thy destiny, it’s misguided irrelevancy.

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