Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Witchy Poo


Tonight,
  Disguised
As beasts
  Of
Burden, we
  Force
Ourselves
    Into the eyes
Of the
  LIARS
Who made
  Us mumble
Praise
As
  Though
      It were
  Truth.
Tonight!
  We dance
As witches,
  And
  Run
From those
Who
  Force
Normal on us
Like it were
    Rape.

6-30-10


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