Children of the Horsemen

 “Imprints of something terrible blanket a blistered waste
Maybe the unfolding story is right there in front of our face,
 “Family, wife, children, strangers or work
That feeds us with irritating unwanted hurt,

 “All the way down to our eternal core
Now we’re constantly wiping our asses like a fresh fucked whore,
 “Who stupidly just received raw possible STD dick
We better pray a motherfucka don’t get sick,

 “In a way we are all children of the horsemen
Bound by the fuck you and the damned,
 “Because if nobody gives a damn they sho’-nuff don’t give a fuck
So when we wipe our ass there is our luck,

 “On a flimsy delicate white surface
Just like swallowed cum-pregnancy potential worthless,
 “But for some what is terrifying is the baby creation
Then they track meet to the abortion clinic without hesitation,

 “Is birth itself a potential threat or a position of favor?
Truth-it’s the coming of the next generation maker,
 “Our creation either through marriage, rape or sin
Regardless of the sexual position, life will get in,

 “It can be called enslaved brutalization
That secretly runs a blindfolded nation,
 “And through everyday living it unknowingly molds our life
As we dance carelessly on the tip of the knife,

 “Shackled by unbreakable invisible chains
And like family pets we are sometimes left in the rain,
 “Saturated and suffering looking at the backdoor
Wondering if our master loves us anymore,

 “For a pet it’s considered unconditional
For an abused spouse a thought when they are in the hospital,
 “No matter race, age, color or religion
We are all someway the horsemen’s children”.