It breathes, it feeds
It festers, it bleeds
We piss in it’s veins
And walk on it’s back
It’s aware that we’re there
It waits to attack
So patiently resting
Just hoping to heal
We beat at it’s skin
Not knowing it feels
But when the wrath comes
We act so amazed
Dumbfounded and blind
We stand in a daze
Asking a fiction
To assist with a fact
If god did reply
You’d still be off track
The reason is simple
And we’re blind to see
That raping her soul
Will not set us free
So why then continue
This endless assault
And then get pissed off
When it’s solely our fault