prod by @epi4a
mastered by @jamesgorczyca1
cover by @epi4a
You call yourselves the friends of the poor,
the soldiers of the meek,
and the brothers of the powerless.
Let me introduce ourselves.
We are the poor.
We are the castaways marooned amidst the tempest of civilization.
And lost at sea as we may be,
we know of you,
we have walked in your Ivey tower and shook your hand.
This address is our message in a bottle,
may it find you.
You can barely stand, now,
battered by winds even inside your castle walls,
but our very existence is a momentary lapse of reason.
do not marvel too long at this secular miracle,
for we have a message.
And that message is that we send back your royal gift of good will.
We will not bend the knee.
We have looked into your black box pupils and seen that we are not like you,
we are not the kin of shared womb.
But we have found other men,
marooned like ourselves,
and we have named them our brothers.
So we say to you that we are our brothers keeper,
and if your epistemic ship lands on our rock we will shoot it down
For you are not welcome here.
We are not powerless,
we are posthumous.
You suckle at the necrotic tit of an ugly beast that you malign with speech,
but you need this beast and despite all your taunts seek only to perfect it and bandage it.
You are a parasite on a corpse,
hoping to siphon its powerful essence so that you may live and flourish from it.
But we do not need that curdled milk,
we seek not to feast on your lecher god.
We found our own power,
out here in the wilderness.
We may be snuffed out by the waves tomorrow,
we know this.
We are posthumous but not immortal.
The end of time is always immediately at hand.
We know this.
At first we were angry with our lot,
and railed against the heavens for our place as forgotten children.
But now we have chosen our fate.
We looked at the gates of the castle and turned back.
Now we say, death may find us tomorrow, so be it.
I’m so barren fields cultivating dust storms sun set
I’m so mud miles deep no solid ground you sink and drown
I’m so spiderweb paranoia where every eyes an ambulance siren with the javeline stuck unground socket knee brace internal bleeding
I’m so rapid fire image film distilled in a single fucking pixel
I’m no sound of crickets while you die no ones around
warm summer night
I’m so tragic drum set snare drum tightened surface tension off the tear drop in the beaker bent and heated hiss and whimper
I’m so territory piss in cul-de-sac better watch your back I’m there I feel it
Can’t stop screaming I’m so voices dropping cracking pre pubescent ancient mural finger paint the crumbling rock it’s so me I’m in it
Can’t shake this feeling blizzard feeling tear off the frozen skin I’m in you
Better watch your soul I’m stealing
Don’t need your tongue I taste your mouth I’m so electric fences
barbed with glass contact mic against I’m hearing
Planted two feet no three feet no six feet no sunlight can’t reach I’m peaking can’t see I’m so sight I’m upside down can’t flip I’m righted underground
I’m so blind hydra eating unknown colors molting lizards smelling raw meat fresh killed concrete microtonal telegram Morse blank white all white all white all white loose sleeves on my belt
i’m so divinity of crying that tears recede into your eyes
i’m so blank wall painted white theres a mandala in your mind
i’m so apriori that you know me as a facet of the self
i’m so human you can’t understand how i’m alive myself
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