Screw the innocent
I carve my name into your person
territory for rent
taped in the shape of an "x"
golden silence
no more than a muffled whimper
what scares you more
lost of sight, loss of voice
or the threat of insemination by way of lead
stop crying, you'll unstick the tape
how soon they grow up
17 and already reduced to a fuck machine
pray to your new god
the 16 shot phallice
it shall be your savior one day
the bruises multiply
they're invisible to you, but to me a true work of art.