Bokor Oh Glory In The Void
oh glory in the void you swing so sweet from your afternoon rope in the sunset in your silence over playgrounds lost long ago in your suburbs where the school-shootings wiped us all out in your corridors
scorn
your god lives in the deep at the end of a slope waiting for you to lose your foothold and slide and he has so many ways to hunger so many eager organs to use so many glands secreting fluids to dissolve your whiteness and purity to metabolize your futures and fates just because he can and you bet he will...
scorn, go hate your own breed
all of you children know where spiders come from and all must honour the thin pale limbs probing the cave floors bleak days come, endless bleak days come, endless
no, you never had a clue what the real outside meant on the outside of the hull in the cancerogenous rays you were the first of us to fail and you fought to no avail no, you never had a chance no, you never had a clue
scorn, go hate your own breed
