【美队】 三 寸 金 莲 儿

Freedom Unbound

We are

The offspring

Of the Golden

Hoof

We grew

Out of its delicate

Cruelty of ancestral

Philosophers

We are used

To torture

& pain &

Glorifying

The twisted

The Art of War

The Art of Slaughtering

The Art of Fearing

The Art of Et Cetera

We remember

(faintly) how

Beautiful

Our sorrow

Was

We drink

To it and

Danced

On the blade

Of warrior’s

Sword

We think

We are bone-

Crushing strong

Mind-washing

Innocent

We are

Obedient

To a T

And refuse

To utter a sound

We pick

No bones

With our ill-

Fate. We waited

Until we’re

Exhausted

We listened

To the suffocation

Of any small

Songs

We hushed

Any small

Cry

We have (shoeless)

Traveled long

Staring at

The same

Horizon

The earth

Sunken

The dirty linen

Unwashed

Books

Not written

Goodbye, myth!

Fuck the Arts!

Farewell to the silent

Ghost!

Now we dance

On your grave

For blue sky &

Spirits unsung

Freedom unbound




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