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“he is coming! he is coming!”

like a bridegroom from his room

came the hero from his prison

to the scaffold and his doom.

For you who choose bondage, the world is a cage

Paralyzed under their gaze

These scraps of self, they’re not enough

But they’re all that I could steal

It’s easier for you—you don’t fucking feel

Do you

Subjugate our nightmares, bend them to their ends

And they offer to share the dividends?

A place in the shadow of the great guillotine

And are you blessed, in these days of lifelessness?

I’m choking on the rim of your righteousness

Staring through the bars at the worlds we’ll never know

Lost in the city, the beaten crowds

Those around you gagged and bound

Smothered

Caught

Gasping

in Panoptikon

Defined by confines, condemned to these lives

No secrets safe from their eyes

But what goes on in our minds goes on in your hearts

Denied all creation, destruction is our bitter art

We’ll slip through the cracks, we’re not afraid

For every bent knee too shall break

We’ll dance in the shadow of the great guillotine

That does its rhythmic work

On each and every unbowed head

One

by one

by one.

Judgment

Are you the sacred and the clean?

One day we’ll rise to mount the skies

And tear your gods’ towers down

Freedom

In the death rows (death throes) of this machine

No freedom here, living in fear

Until every wheel stops turning

Until every channel goes dead

Until every light goes out

Until every city is burning

Then we’ll see some freedom!