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 remember
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.
