Reign down desire
Reign down lust
Bring down the fire
Burn down the just
Sing and swing round the field
Corpse lay still, flowers of a massacre
Lustful blood sprayed into the air
People die, like we ever care
Disembody your theories from spoken crap
Build up virtue from forgotten scraps
Smother up substance, clean up your act
Ethics or rights, you choose the facts

Blood alone can’t make you you
Make the blood spent blood worth to lose
Maybe even costing some bones and flesh
But in the end you choose what becomes of you

3rd January 2012


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