Fuck

Went to sleep considering how many days it would take to arm every unarmed lady in my life. Keep from harm. Cold life. Oldest nights. Still speak to me from ancient days. DNA layered faces. Running down their current plays. Coming down from riding the waves. Survival, hunting, blood haze. Close my eyes and open my heart wide to meditate. Drift away. Shift and live somewhere else for days. Wake up sweating, breath unphased. Another day. Hands form, Janus Coin, ready to join those faces of me already in the grave. Burn away, but turning the page? Sojourn remains, so yearns the warrior within the sage. Live another age. Trade some wage, to stay the path. Protect the pack from harm. Get on track. World on fire. Loki's higher than that. Noah's wired for combat and steam. No alarm, stay pat. Go arm your Queens.
 
 
 
 
Militarized thug play / Sparks bug spray / Fucking up your dissent centipede / Fucking tribalism is a conscious entity / Who wants to be this generation’s Reginald Denny? / Nothing original to a belligerence stampede / That’s neither justice / Nor effective technical use of your piece / Fucking please / Maurauding children filling the over spill / Buzzed off that edge / Keep bringing us closer to Judge Dredd time / Ahead of the design / Fuck your tinfoil hat; there’s no mastermind / Disaster just finds / The same patterns time after time