There’s nothing to say anymore
When the curtain has fallen
And your life is made of horror and greed
By the stares of scrutiny
Break apart the inner sanctity
Live the silence tie the body
To your stone mask
And cripple your secret
Live without your most cherished belief
When spirit dies locked in your shell
The suffering your deepest hell
Will you take the inside suffering
And give it meaning
Where your cocks took all the space
With your power and glorified prowess
You defaced the softest membranes of grace
And you shoved your patriarchy down our throats

There are no words loud enough for the rage
To open and splay your innermost impurity
And laugh in your face when you cry that it hurts
I hope you die
I hope you die first
You the death makers
The dealers of putridity
Infecting the world
With your corrupted secrecy
You breed pornography into love
And hope is ripped apart
When the young like doves
Die bleeding on your apathy
Just another casualty
Dissected and displayed
Just another anatomy
Of a fall of grace

There is nothing to say anymore
When the curtain has fallen
The rage is forgotten
Burned like soil pillaged
And worn on a woman’s skin
Whose eyes are stained with sin
Inadequate and frail
They reave the silent
Like a field of plenty
Tears run dry
Under a charred sky
And dreams reveal terror
Painted in smiles turned demonic
Clean hands and torn virginity
Violence both poison and antidote
Water once nourishing rises crushing
With the power of your hate
Injected disgrace into a child’s veins
I know you’ll choke on it
I’ll bring the tourniquet
Just another casualty
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Anatomy of the fall of grace

There are NO words loud enough for our rage
Us – the violated and displaced
To open and splay your innermost impurity
And laugh in your face when you cry that it hurts
I hope you die
I hope you die first

There is no more to say at the end of the day
No more to sway the bite of a blade
Long gone long past etched in the graves
Of those loved and those lost
My face is unknown
As still as their bones
As silent as headstones
Broken and cold
Reshaped into this mask
That clings to my hands
And suffocates the dignity
Lost to the space
Between the blade and the grace
The tears and the face
The brick and the wall
The rise and the fall

Just another casualty
Dissected and displayed
Anatomy of the fall of grace

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