Poison by Cheshi

there she goes
a mystic goddess to witness
and at the turning point we are
my baby, you can't just wash yourself clean.

our hands are not soft
and our feet are not dry

can't you see how their shit fills our mouth
as our fists form imprints in steel wells

Oh Mountain Spirit show them justice
but that justice is slow and drowning
like the tears from the mother

Oh Mountain Spirit, how do we fight
when there are but gods to aim to?
Your veins are my veins
Your flesh is my flesh
and we are both poison.
We are all poison.

How do we fight when there are but gods to aim to?

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