Thrice about the cauldron go
and answer me, if it be known.
Untie the words and give them form,
dissect the ingredients of murder’s charm.
A new tradition has traction gained,
a tradition of alienated masculine pain.
Where insults demand their due in blood,
in schools, stores and quiet neighborhoods.
Oct 31, 2023
Oct 31, 2023 at 3:14 PM UTC
Thrice about the cauldron go
and answer me, if it be known.
Untie the words and give them form,
dissect the ingredients of murder’s charm.
A new tradition has traction gained,
a tradition of alienated masculine pain.
Where insults demand their due in blood,
in schools, stores and quiet neighborhoods.
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