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Cut the phallus off, for it is fruitful
Close the mind with the terror of the night
Good boys are programmed, or perhaps beat into obedience
More than just enslavement
It is also self imposed
Kill the mind, capture the soul
Your brother will kill you
And your mother will slit your throat
When does the bloodthirsty’s reign end?
Vampires are are symbolic representations of the current state of these lands
Savage was not a chosen name
It was given by
A savage
Who was the first to turn?
My mind tortures me
I hear them scream
Who cares for the children!?
Who will care for mine?
My heart breaks with each truth that I find
I am surprised at how quickly I notice things
How easily that I process information now
I feel marveled & sorrow with
Each name that I hear
Each land that was stolen
Each language that has died
They show me things when I dream
I wish that I knew where they were buried
Give me a sense of your being
So I will know that you were here
The wealth of the world seems so beneath a people with such a marvelous & wondrous knowledge
So tell me! How did they do it?!
What did they say?! What happened?!
How did they make you fall so far?!
They absorb our powers, & even all of our negativity
Which will successfully destroy them
While it destroys us too
They’ve divided up the lands
Brought us to our knees in our own homes
So that we would never recognize each other
And no longer care who we are
Or what we were
Oppression is worldwide
And so easily denied
Bury bloody sand upon my head
Let me die with my ancestors
I just want to see their faces, and to know what life was like before the intrusion of outsiders
What unity and peace really felt like
Experience no generational curses or depression
Or have to witness my identity being abducted
A world with No obscurity in sight
