This is your life;
So far in the margins led
Grasping for identity
From the womb of the dead
a pious oath of hatred
A soul possessed by snakes
the vocals chords of a masters lungs
A eugenic mistake
A nationalistic pride so strong it compels you to hate
so in awe of the black and white you're a slave to the state
You can't see the richness
in a cross cultural bond
implying a sickness
from the eden beyond
your a whole existence, a disease
I pray to humanity,
for the force of the sun
to drown your wretched entity
in a sea of flames
So afraid of change it shakes you
To your rotting core
Clinging on to an abstract notion that you never even knew.
the bleeding hearts of hatred crusaders for a master race
A plague of shining savior's clad in the robes of disgrace