Plot
The wagon rattles and I hide in the hay,
Betrayal and bedlam on my breath.
A filthy ride to a broken prison,
Gateways and grandeur within my grasp.
Their prejudice and scorn soaking into my skin,
But everything is on the edge of emptiness.
I wait for my brothers to abandon me,
The spark of solidarity and slaughter.
My suffering is nothing new at all,
The maw waits and withholds and widens.
Betrayal and bedlam on my breath.
A filthy ride to a broken prison,
Gateways and grandeur within my grasp.
Their prejudice and scorn soaking into my skin,
But everything is on the edge of emptiness.
I wait for my brothers to abandon me,
The spark of solidarity and slaughter.
My suffering is nothing new at all,
The maw waits and withholds and widens.