Every morning born
Into a sea of enemies
All buzzing voices
All twisted faces
And all senses under siege
The pedantic and plodding rhythms of everyday
The invasion of cheapness
Subversion of meaning
To k** or be k**ed
No threatening fist could solve it
Its presence since the dawn of time
The roiling ma**es infected with disgust
All of us destroyed and debating reaction
Revenge or removal
To a life washed over
And free of question
Or a life under siege by
Those leaches of the soul
Another day hoping to eliminate the need
The plague born of living
The symptoms of the dead
To k** or be k**ed
The only impedance
The creation out of the recurrent funeral hours
Of something new
And not dead
To ama** revenge against the dread
An equal response
To rival the decay set upon us
To create a reason to continue
And eliminate the need to die