Filters

Oh the broken

shattered multitudes

gather around the fire

Curse your mothers carnal

smile and her destitute desire

for on that whim

you were born

to among the swine

to live your days in

bitterness and fear

Whip and slay

the other them

the them that

made you suffer

as you worship

lies and misanthropes

to quench your

dank desire

Oh the broken shattered

multitudes

how I do not envy

your despair

For what you do not see

behind the screen

nobody truly cares