The GARDEN Of The CROSSROADS
ASHES


I use the ashes of my past to fertilize the seeds of my present
I reap those which do not serve
the muck, the rapists, the fascists
those that abuse, those with fear
I raise my blade stained in blood of my dedication
their bodies wilt
their strength fades
their power fades in the light of our future
stick their pride, watch it bleed
prick their sex, rot and wither
gash their fortress, powerless scum
they've got it coming, what's done is done
may their demise fertilize the foundations of a brighter future