it is in our dna
like a skeleton in our closet-
we were made through violence
the quake in my clench fist
was the same in my past life;
it is not what i am here for
to lay down the sword and wield a shield like cap
i will use words to diffuse
this fuse and the only bomb that will drop
are f bombs to clear the fucking rubble
history only outlines today
but will still build an empire
an euphoria haven of shields
cutting fields of old patterns
burying violence in a grave marked yesterday
Saint's Muse 