history is what it is. it knows what it did.

desire was warm recentlyshot from inside a bodyinto a body, strangelittle birth, happy deathritual, sweet lordi've seen thy wrath& it taste like sugarlay thy merciful handaround my neck

think: once, a white girl was kidnapped & that's the Trojan War. later, up the block, Troy got shot & that was Tuesday. are we not worthy of a city of ash? of 1,000 ships launched because we are missed? i demand a war to bring the dead child back. i at least demand a song. a head.

it's not a death sentence anymoreit's not death anymoreit's moreit's a sentence a sentence