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Bind my limbs with a wire

Shape me using only pain

Sign my body with white hot iron

Crush my bones in your embrace

Impale me with your venomous sting

Set ablaze my veins sending liquid pain

Feed me regurgitated pulp from your throat

Give me foul warmth of your swollen stomach

Instincts of species preservation mistaken for parental love

Caring often devastates the infant

But the principle of movement is fulfilled

Chew on my flesh to teach me better

Skin me and let the light in

Cover your arms with stolen wet flesh

Shower your body in my boiling blood

Rip my torso with your dirty fingernails

Eat from my open abdomen

Feed me shoving your fist down my throat

Leave my skin for the sun to dry

In the very root of life lies the movement itself

Inherited and bequeathed for good

Individual lives and deaths have no meaning at all

As long as the movement is preserved

So stuff my corpse with dirt

Cut the smile in my face

Hang me by the ceiling of my room

Invite everyone to see

Show them your good child

Show them your creation