Hi,
I want to take your children
I want to take them away from this bitter piece of **** of a country
that would rather use their bright minds
as shiny targets–
and use excuses for the departed as a way
to push religion for the hands of politicians
who went to church once when they were three
for a baptism they sure as hell hope now
was enough to wash away the sins that soak in their hands
in the form of child's blood.
While there are single parents who tie the
shoes tight of their little ones,
So they won’t be gunned down in the case that they have to run
far into the tree line becoming
lost boys and little girls,
before they’re
lost souls and gravestones.
And this is a robbery
because I’m tired of having precious lives robbed from me
by a nation run by rich white men in black cloaks
waiting to **** the blood from you but hey,
the thirty cents in your pocket is good too.
I wonder how fast they could run from a gun
with their wallets weighted wetter than the fat sponge
a daughter uses to cleanse her elderly mother
of the burden of a life well fought
under the capitalist oppressiveness
before she throws herself off a precipice so her
children can use the life insurance, for rent money
And yes I looked up the word precipice for this.
And at the end the definition says a cliff.
And specifies: “especially a tall one”
and it works well for this because Yes!
It was a tall one,
the tallest one.
And as she walks off
and begins
the long
fall,
She thinks about her daughter's first steps,
how she walked so softly into her heart
and she felt for the first time–
A deep dread.
As she knew,
that she could never protect
those innocent little hands
that cupped her face as she reached her,
from this broken
world.
And all she thinks to herself before her bones become the ground is:
God, please,
save her.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:23 AM UTC
Hi,
I want to take your children
I want to take them away from this bitter piece of **** of a country
that would rather use their bright minds
as shiny targets–
and use excuses for the departed as a way
to push religion for the hands of politicians
who went to church once when they were three
for a baptism they sure as hell hope now
was enough to wash away the sins that soak in their hands
in the form of child's blood.
While there are single parents who tie the
shoes tight of their little ones,
So they won’t be gunned down in the case that they have to run
far into the tree line becoming
lost boys and little girls,
before they’re
lost souls and gravestones.
And this is a robbery
because I’m tired of having precious lives robbed from me
by a nation run by rich white men in black cloaks
waiting to **** the blood from you but hey,
the thirty cents in your pocket is good too.
I wonder how fast they could run from a gun
with their wallets weighted wetter than the fat sponge
a daughter uses to cleanse her elderly mother
of the burden of a life well fought
under the capitalist oppressiveness
before she throws herself off a precipice so her
children can use the life insurance, for rent money
And yes I looked up the word precipice for this.
And at the end the definition says a cliff.
And specifies: “especially a tall one”
and it works well for this because Yes!
It was a tall one,
the tallest one.
And as she walks off
and begins
the long
fall,
She thinks about her daughter's first steps,
how she walked so softly into her heart
and she felt for the first time–
A deep dread.
As she knew,
that she could never protect
those innocent little hands
that cupped her face as she reached her,
from this broken
world.
And all she thinks to herself before her bones become the ground is:
God, please,
save her.
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