Call To Battle - Poem by Max Reif
The day I was born,
phantoms took my balls hostage.
They also took half my brain.
In exchange, I received
membership in their family,
but what kind of family is that?
All my life I've settled for shit,
the only reward being
that I wasn't completely alone!
I'm tired of that now:
I'm looking for my sword.
I need both my balls
and all of my brain,
and You, God,
leading me to freedom
in slow and bleeding steps —
when I sever any knot
that binds me to the false —
let me hear You cheer!
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