How much tides we need to sow,
How many and potent children,
We have to bring unto,
When the hell we would proudly take naive, gentle hearts rather than the primitives, the premature cysts,
So that every concern get mitigated,
And each innocence be preserved,
Not persuaded into something irrelevant, even half-heard, validated for what it was utmost.
What the hell happened to this fucking world?
Where the fuck the voices sank into? How?
God must be a woman you say,
you new fuck heads and che’s
If she existed, you
would not have.
Be happy, be prudent, be safe until another prophet evolves,
Who needs to die to prove your causes.