[Flaming_Rat]

The fire in my mind
it's the same fire we used to burn down the altars to hope
so painstakingly built, so perfectly fashioned and fathomed
they were beautiful
now they're perfect...

Like a pornographized para-militant skin dive
we spread the collective cheeks of peace and goodwill
grit our teeth and drive society's finest ideals to tears
tears and blood
and even Dali would avert his eyes

You don't say half as much with a gun down your throat

Pull the stitches from your eyes
and use them to sew your mouth shut
rise up and reveal yourself
horror-stricken naked and bleeding
at least you're not screaming

Your failure to adapt is sickening
your inability to fight back is an object of scorn
your fear and cowering is worthy only of loathing
go back to your hole and wither away