or the necklaces made of
fingerbones that our children wear,
or the oceans of violent blood
they drown in
the hollow prayers of shadow kings,
and that there’s no time to
waste here
gotta kill all these tired gods
before they kill you
gotta fuck the best and burn the rest and
do you remember tulsa 1921?
are you nostalgic for birmingham
in the spring of ’63?
you can either be your father or you
can grow up but
a nation of mad dogs is just
another war waiting to happen
any whore who claims to hold
absolute power
can only ever be your enemy
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