It's underway, your history burns
The only tie to tomorrow, and the present...
It's always gone


It's in your spine, your mouth gives birth
To the innocent, stillborn, and the rape...

Is such a bore

Somebody is blessed to forget

Someone is cursed to remember
You're too unwise to suffer


I am I, and you...
Will drown in virtue


In his eyes you're a wet-nurse
Sour milk to the children, and infanticide...
Is already done