Like Charles Manson sensationalized murders
In and out of reform school, no real home life
Abuse is an absolute, it's a constant state of affairs
Wonder why the victims of cruelty turn cruel
Perpetuating the knuckle sandwich, the knife, and the gun
Do unto others and watch civilization do a slow fade
They'll hide behind evil, they know it as superstition
They believe in evil as a formless thing, as god and as ghost
Warp the sheltered Petri dish
Spill its contents on the floor
Then pick up stained damaged contents
And try to pass them as the undamaged original
There's nothing in the blood
All is done through daily reinforcement of cruelty and poverty
Through poorly performing parents and bad role models
Sexual assault and crime ridden streets
Society without a heart in the position to punish without recognition of the living details
All of Hell's demands placed squarely on young shoulders
All further travels will be done in the badlands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem