Destroyer
Strike
Why
do you work
when you’re sick of lifting,
when you’re sick of lifting?
The festivities
left you on the shelf.
Why’re you always trying to please everybody but yourself: “That which bears witness to it’s own failure” -
are you so sure?
Why
do you work
for the festival
when you’re sick of lifting
spirits,
spirits,
to the sky:
Body and Soul - two words for that same nameless thing
you have never known?
Why
do you work
in place of bearing witness
to your own inclusion,
inclusion,
inclusion…
and strike!?!!
Strike!!!
From Letras Mania