splendor 》poetry

𝕗𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕞

it is hard to get far away
when the box youre kept in is so afraid
of widening around your breath
so it constricts itself to your very death

and if you knew how the calvary broke
and ran at the turn of the morning spoke
as i tried to escape
this wieldy unforgiven fate

and if they knew what is to come
a kingdom unmade and a throne undone
this is what I locked away
the day i turned from that abstract hate

i will not decipher words untold
from a master of absence, of lies so old
your folly and your spite
will catch up to you in its own rite

the birds and the bees, the grass and the trees
they all scream the truth to me
i will not turn a blind eye
to the reckoning of your faith and mine

get your bloody hands out of my body
the choice is mine, your violence has gone awry
i'll bend but i will not break
you cannot use my rights for your so-called faith

the land of freedom for the chosen ones
if you aren't XY then you have none
and that is what we call liberty
a false advertisement for morality