I can remember as a child when
it all seemed so like a game

Collect the stones inside my pocket,
hear the noises that they made

But when my mother doesn't come home

and I realize I cast the first stone



FUCK



Oh God how could I?

Oh God what have I done?



The mob approaches with uncertainty
in their eyes

All aware one of them will die



My childhood lay scattered among
the postcranial debis

Dismembered, disarticulated,
disappointment, disbelief



The tradition is a lie...



And all the shame, these sullied hands,
the blood seeping into the soil

Oh God purge this stain from my soul,
restore the innocence I've lost

For this I never can forgive myself

Drowning in my gene pool, will I sink or swim?



Oh God what have I become?

Oh God free my from this burden?



The mob approaches with rocks in their hands

All aware that the time has come



No one wins...