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Singing to succcubi

We satyrs called to one another through the long night. We come night tripping out of the blight. Eating the dreams of the civilians. We steal everything in sight. We sing the blue sky and the red sun. We sing out our black lung. We sing a succubi song. We sing songs to our sisters scabbed wings. We sing for its light our minds bring. Lilith smiles like the moon smiles. We sing for her. We sing for her children. We sing for her through the long night. We sit outside her cave and sing until our lungs collapse. We sing until our hearts break and our bones become the sand. We sing her into the air. Scabbed wings black out the sky. Claws wrapped around my heart. We bared our fangs, uncovered our horns and sang. A song for the sirens. A thousand days in the desert. A thousand eyes on the tower. The moon obscured by clouds. A thousand of her children could never be enough for them. We say fuck them and their broken ribs. We who are not born broken! We sing and our blood sings. Never mind the walls, we're smashing them down. Come, join us. We'll sidestep the longest line together. The skyline was beautiful on fire. The prophets couldn’t even weep at the sacking of Eden. They cried out for their god in vain. But our flag was already there. We crucified the messiah and danced the flames higher. The flag blackened was our sign. We spat blood at the bullet proof vest. Without rulers we became one. We fell into one another. We put down the sickle and tended to the grass roots. We held hands and fell into the womb. We kissed and jumped into the abyss. We fucked the world and gave rebirth to the demons. We cut into the earth then. We set the world on fire. We threw the scum at the top in the ovens. We smashed the control machines. The ground beneath our feet became our spaceship. We knew death is not the end. We knew everything at once. Every word is a virus. Every empire is an empire in decline. Every day is an eternity. Every moment is precious. Every man and woman is a star. Every morning is changing weather. Everything belongs to us because we are poor. Love is the law. We are all born to fight. We are only shrouded in darkness so as to find our own light. Steal everything in sight. 

~ Audz Acultamancy 

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