There are humble gods
weeping laments over guitars,
notebooks, prison floors, drums.
While locked in cells, of mind,
of design, of compromise.
Of drugs and *** and sin
and hail satan hail satan.
All the party kids go to hell!
because they dared to have a good time
on this puritan prison.
This mirror vision of the ego
of a mastermind.
This clairvoyant's hell.
This witch burning hate mongering
puritan hell.
This insane ******* place,
society,
where we all **** a certain way,
even if it's not good for us.
**** in a hole in the ground,
you don't need a ***** throne.
That's what they do in "less civilized" places.
They do what makes sense.
******* Europeans.