who do you know
message from my guts tells me
matters
friends we make when dancing or bleeding
helping hands we shake when sober or stoned
women we seed or abandon to oblivion
it gets more interesting
all hell breaks loose
firefight intensifies as you breathe in
justice
freedom
peace
Now
who do you worship
on every day of the week
to make him know you exist
in this fucking hole in the ground
you were thrown into by sacrifice
and since the farm is getting shut
how do you proceed
in the limited landscape of possibilities
from the herd mentality and prosthetic blindness
from duplicating lies of the occult deities
to divine
certainty
son