Sacrificial Lambs

For which of my needs

Do you suffer? Do you die?

Beauty triumphant

Ingenuity

Never as clever

As we advertise or dream

Fear not impotence

Projection

The darkness in you

Is not the darkness in me

Stand alone, as one

Volksjustice

Fickle is the mob

One day, you're holding the noose

The next, it holds you

For wrath has no friends

Only bodies for the pyre

Wake up! And choose Love