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