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