History Is Everyone’s Fuck

You disguised your intentions and it bought you time
Forming tactics in your mind
Questioned direction so you invested in mine
Always watching from behind

Always angles in your eyes

Your lack of discretion is what made your bed
Kissing up to move ahead
I applaud your ambition but let it also be said
I'll applaud when you're dead

(It's the ones we love that we hurt the most)

Gifted a talent for creation and rage
Never content with what you've made
A perpetuating feeling of shame

Given thе victims you've collected it's plain
That you arе morally insane
You are predatory, selfish and vain

Gentle and patient
Affectatious
You come
Threading a flower through the gun
While your other hand erases the sun

Gentrification
Smallpox blankets
You've won
Witness the horror you've become
Have you ever wondered what it's like to love

Someone other than yourself