A greased cog strikes the iron while it’s hot.
Splattered blood of a million sellouts’ dreams.
Fuck you for finding this to be the way.
Hostile happenstance born to a glass eyed gaze.
Pray to your mother’s convenient gods.
Sit on your ass and grow fat in his greed.
It is a myth to be complacent but good.
A belief not uttered is a justice left to rot.
God damn, who’s left to clean up all this mess?