Few Among Others

No one walks down this alley freely anymore
No one cares about your shape, beauty or degree,
The state is free and time itself is free
But the masked boys care more about their abode trees,
One on the left, right, right ahead,
Corner the girl, use her stew to eat your bread,
At this point, no scream will be heard,
If she begs for mercy it only makes this mission super-ordinate,
If blood flows, wipe her cheek, good job,
If none flows, have no pity, she’s one hoe, she had fun.

No one walks down this alley freely anymore,
Sleep wherever the night collapses,
The soil is scarred with one million voices, one million broken dreams,
This large red scarf that flows either side,
One dead man’s femur is weapon in another’s hand,
Wisdom is perceived from the spilled flowing brain,
This sacrifice is accepted by no deity,
These masked men care more about their virgins,
Be ready, sleep where the night collapses,
In the end we all die, doesn’t matter how.

LARDO