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koyoteekoffin

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Domestic Assassins

Chasms of hope
Or pits of despair
One overflows
And changes dream into nightmare

Sibilant whispers
Slide like oil into flame
Marring the beauty
With the blackness of blame

Aphrodite she’s not
Nor Venus her view
She smells of corruption
Her words ring untrue

On little ears she sings lies
And shouts out her rage
Creating coins of false hope
To pay Satan’s wage

A tiny little mind
Let’s her impersonate the sane
But there are razors in her mouth
And maggots in her brain

She uses her whip
And flays open my skin
Tearing at my spirit
But my will just won’t bend

Two lives she has shredded
And left them a shamble
No feelings unbridled
I leave nothing to gamble

No joy in her life
No humor for toys
No pleasing the cow
Who makes bitches of boys

Like iron I stand
I fight not for glory
I fight so that someday
I can tell the story

So we battle with words
Like assassins with steel
Cutting only deep enough
To weaken the will

Someday we’ll be free
We’ll lay down our arms
And our only regrets
That we didn’t do more harm
 
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