I nailed my palms to your front steps
I’ve got the cavities to prove it
Would you call me Jesus?
I am reeked in forgiveness
Mercy works when you want it
It bears richer fruits than justice
But a history of agony
makes strange fruit taste acetous
Mask guilt in reparation, no need for explanation
For a lack of consultation or domestic inflation
Knowing how useful, it is to be useful
Knowing how useful, it is to be useless
Primeval
When I read our epitaph it’ll read how we cower
Our delusions spit on rainbows and leaves them broken flowers
Next to urban grottos tower 300ft condos
They’ll pull it from escrow and build it in Toronto