there's so much pleasure
inside pain that's hidden
by thick walls of guilt
we can't hope to overcome.
we must live within shells
taught us from birth by
religion and parents who
were taught it from birth
and on and on until a bright
child might refuse to believe.
He'll write of straw men, men
who breathe dust and live as
dead men with pulse and vitals.
He will survive the riptide and
attacks from brilliant fools who
embrace ignorance for the power.
He will bleed for truth and die
again and again until he's heard.