i have never been given
a voice
to speak out the
profane the
insane
∴∴∴
covered my mouth
with wounded palms
i stumble, standing
up
legs don´t carry
waters ripple in a heart
as they throw stones
in my mind
glitching
i hold up
eyes openbrushing the dust
off the thrones
where they sat on the right
in the hands the magdalenes
saint whores
glitching
i hold up
eyes open
∴∴∴
i have never been given
a voice
to speak out the
sacred the
insane