a poem by Joshua Brown
Eternal falling, flames reach out
Wailing sirens, screams and shouts
Grasping for a wetted sponge
Vinegar drinks from wigged judge.
Flip the switch, the lights turn on
Actors drop the mask they donned
"Cut" the crew pretends its o'er
But here I stand in flames galore
Born into a desperate race
Violent, shifty, garbled face
Learn to live in peaceful world
While those around pretend to never have seen a thing.
Out from the studio warehouse room
Along the way I snatch a stolen gun
Stolen from a brown man's dead hands
Ready to kill the brown man and
I am a brown man with dead brown mans gun
Did that poor brown man have an orphaned son?
My mind flits fast t'wards killing myself
By hook or by crook, by cops or by stealth.
In journeys to Boston and Cleveland I burn up the tills
Losing my breath by climbing up hills
A Paper tries stopping, I ink with my dick
Beating the blood from a well with a stick.
"You told me you're God." of course I felt sin
The burning inside proved how worthless you've been
The warehouse is burning, I smile with peace
A small little child stumbles out with police
"WHO BURNED DOWN THIS BUILDING, THIS GLORIOUS PLACE?!"
I stared at the ones who held him in demonic embrace
My eyes set on fire, I demanded "Repay!"
They took off their mask and surprise, it was they.
The ones who gave birth to a small little boy
Who wanted a father, and mother and joy
I looked at my hands, now covered with ash
The flames were now close to the gasoline stash
Burn it the fuck down! The fuckers deserve hell
But two little girl voices kept smiling still
Tell them the truth, or tell them the fraud:
Revenge Against Self, or Revenge Against God.
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