My violent hands of verse

My arms of prose

My dancing and

My fucking

Are what prevent me from

Hammering my fist down

Your bullying throat

To rip the lies out from

Your beating heart

You know I could

You murdering fuck

Don't you own our mythos

And our common lore?

Creation is the path

Of perfect prayer

It frees us from our ego's fear

That fuel for insecurity and violence.

Creation is catharsis for the soul

Violence an imperative of flaws.

Create.

That's how Gods forgave.

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