Take a pussy and give it a rhythm
Eat, beat, and please with your rebellion
Your youth is a joke,
Your activism lies
Disguised as God, your selfish desire.
And you set fire
Fire! To your passion.
A sigil contraption that rations
Rationality and reality,
Severing all ties with humanity.
Embracing calamity
Abandoning kin and standing tall
On an isle of corpses,
Balding trees and forceps
Float on the sickly crimson waters
Of our daughters!
Martyrs to the sighs
Of an exasperated lust.
The will to appease, release and please
The sounds, pontificating against silence
Shattered and battered in defiance
Taking up arms in holy alliance
lying. waiting shyly
For the quaking and dying.
Aching and writhing
Demanding and prying apart
All that the heart
Has led you to start:

The battery operated boyfriend that is war;
The revelry you take from sweet pains.
Obtaining from time and white flags wasted
And basted in carnal juices
Useless.
The climax for which they have waited

Hate it!

The fated end to tame it
Heinous amounts of nameless bodies
Nonchalantly keeping me company
The bitch that is the beast
Crying, “Give it to me!”
Offering’s of thousands of offspring
Showering her
Wave

After wave...

After wave…….

The guns stop.
There’s nothing left.
Every body out of breath.
Bless the pussies with a rhythm
Shame yourself and come again
Here’s to your devout rebellion.
Keep that angst when you get to heaven.