drunk blank prophets drained of hope
Can I tear them? Can I burn them?
Bites and bytes that flare my soul.
"Give us life and we'll spare yours",
they keep barking like stray dogs.
"Feed us anger, spread your claws,
don't shift back, don't press control ,
Let your fingers lead the road
where the words structure your world.
Give us life and we'll spare yours".
As you wish almighty lords.