Theme: Consent
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Cobras draped on my neck like gold links
Rape culture gripping my country like spiked drinks
Don’t blink. Count your money; snakes are never humble
Serpents always hungry, Dragons are eternal,
The sphinx is a woman; and she is a king as well
Holdin it down in Brooklyn while I’m reigning in hell
Taming the wind, bringing my moonshine to the fireless
She calls me a feminist, cloud-nine, I’m a nihilist
Skyfall, all of those stars are an annoyance
pluck ‘em out one by one with a murderous joyousness
I toy with the idea for a moment then I decided:
It’s a finer thing to toil in heaven than sing in asylum
Blood for oil, blood for blood, blood for weregild
Wayfair kids; trafficked cherubs with Nair peels
Rape culture grip my country like a grown-up fist
Sold sex to junkies who fuck but never been kissed
kids in Gehenna hold tecs bumpin’ Pumped Up Kicks
God's elected, old souls whose young blood drips
Submitted August 15, 2020 at 03:26AM by PaladinBen https://ift.tt/3kMe7Yo
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