Weak Fantasy
These stories given to us allAre filled with sacrifice and robes of lustDissonant choirs and downcast eyesSelfhood of a condescending ape
Behold the crown of a heavenly spyForged in blood of those who defyKiss the ring, praise and singHe loves you dwelling in fear and sin
Fear is a choice you embrace
Your only truthTribal poetryWitchcraft filling your voidLust for fantasyMale necrocracyEvery child worthy of a better tale
Pick your author from à la carte fantasyFilled with suffering and slaveryYou live only for the days to comeShoveling trash of the upper caste
Smiling mouth in a rotting headSucking dry the teat of the scaredA storytelling breed we areA starving crew with show-off toys
Fear is a choice you embrace
From words into war of the worldsThis one we forsake with scornFrom lies the strength of our loveMother’s milk laced with poison for this newborn
Wake up child, I have a story to tellOnce upon a time