rage, the blood curling screams across generational continuous visceral warfare to keep lives compounded, perpetual punishment. we slowly bleed out, only when forcibly running into fire do we remember to keep going.
against an increasingly powerful syndicate that cages, twirling the keys in their fingers giggling on "rehabilitation"
the bells toll, jail cells are more than bent metal they can constrain the flesh through words and deeds until freedoms become a beautiful splatter for the boot stamping down on this stupid queer

they'll keep functioning the glorious Machine until we break it

Reviewed on Jun 30, 2022


1 Comment


1 year ago

beautiful piece. thank you for posting.