"THE RAIDERS"
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Plenty murders - blood - everything rots out in the open.
Meat torn of its flesh sits alone - awaiting our appetites to fulfill the only empty purpose we ever gave it; and even so - its purpose is barely served.
The only bit of our revolution that was left untouched, when we sliced open the cheeks of every child in the nursery, and raped what was left of the wet nurses before using their bones as backscratchers.
And the army that’s left behind is the same one that he used – when he bashed in the backs of all those babies’ skulls.
The only two shells left – and I promised I’d save the one on the right with my initials carved in it for my hypothetical son;
I’ll be happy knowing I did my best to prevent him from seeing what’s left after the mess we helped spawn from beneath this plague of massacre, is finally over;
When we can all start to forget those evenings spent surrendering each other’s souls, as we tried to drown the world in a stale ocean of sweat.
The only two shells left – and I promised I’d save the one on the right with my initials carved in it for my hypothetical son;
I’ll be happy knowing I did my best to prevent him from seeing what’s left after the mess we helped spawn from beneath this plague of massacre, is finally over;
When we can all start to forget those evenings spent surrendering each other’s souls, as we tried to drown the world in a stale ocean of sweat.
Written By Errin Milam
Posted 07/10/12
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