You better practice. The alacrity with which we crawl is grievous
We aren't laughing. We're the ******* and you can not deceive us
We envelope the view of stolen streets and only speak to show the fury stoked beneath the yoke and only speak until we don't
We know that it's enough. We know that's all it takes. To only speak.
For us to say that you are weak and you rely on our feet for what's involved in your deceit
That's all it takes for you to falter. We chew the noose and loosen halter
But once the halter loosens your abuses, still within the 'blood and soil', boil over our brims and filter fire out from within.
We're coming. Contain us or try. It won't matter. We know the saints and the lies, and you'll get fatter. And you'll be food for the flies and we won't choose to abide; to let the bruises subside. We're unhinged in every way we know can chew you inside. It won't be talking.
We know that it's enough to scare you But your fear won't be enough to spare you.