I was shipped across seas whipped and cuffed
Cattle, not human I of colour. Aeons on,
I was finding hope
in the life of a carpenter's son.
here comes hooded, undead.
born on a shore kissed of seas, I grew up the country hill
swimming rivers at dusk gathering berries for the stars.
gathered to mercilessness in death.
My skin was hide for shoe and soap.
Herded into camps I was worked to death.
For you believe therefore I am.
O veneer that wears thin on a whim,
to think that gods can walk amongst you.
gory, gory your glory
blessed vaunted humanity.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
I was shipped across seas whipped and cuffed
Cattle, not human I of colour. Aeons on,
I was finding hope
in the life of a carpenter's son.
here comes hooded, undead.
born on a shore kissed of seas, I grew up the country hill
swimming rivers at dusk gathering berries for the stars.
gathered to mercilessness in death.
My skin was hide for shoe and soap.
Herded into camps I was worked to death.
For you believe therefore I am.
O veneer that wears thin on a whim,
to think that gods can walk amongst you.
gory, gory your glory
blessed vaunted humanity.
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