I can remember as a child when it all seemed so like a game

Collect the stones inside my pocket, hear the noises that they made

But when my mother doesn't come home

and I realize I cast the first stone


FUCK


Oh God how could I?

Oh God what have I done?


The mob approaches with uncertainty in their eyes

All aware one of them will die


My childhood lay scattered among the postcranial debis

Dismembered, disarticulated, disappointment, disbelief


The tradition is a lie...


And all the shame, these sullied hands, the blood seeping into the soil

Oh God purge this stain from my soul, restore the innocence I've lost

For this I never can forgive myself

Drowning in my gene pool, will I sink or swim?


Oh God what have I become?

Oh God free my from this burden?


The mob approaches with rocks in their hands

All aware that the time has come


No one wins...