We’re the revolution?

Violence plays cricket
In the court of whores
As my mouth chews a hole
In the fabric of time

The dissonant boys
Break their legs
And the unichs
Seize the moment
With Iron limbs

Castrating purity
In one brief gesture
A signal to the rest
That the time is now

The men in black
Shake a fist
As the women in white
Drink menstrual fluid
Given to them by the god
Of the lambs

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