In The Wilderness..No One Can Hear You Scream
by Boy Sets Fire· from This Crying, This Screaming, My Voice Is Being Born
Mercy Victim of your own ego's creed, of your own postulation
Maintain your pure design, your pride
Too many punches pulled, isocariotic lips
Betrayal of your own words and actions
Unmoving, unchanging, staggering, inaction
Destroy their fables, half truths, lies
Said masked by good intentions
Their knives all hanging limp behind a brick facade
Stand in line for possession Branded for watching, feeling, touching, tearing
Dignity is for the weak.
Mercy