Carrying the undeniable promise of oppression upon it's tempered wings.
The taste of suppression.
The lack of expression.
Driving the nails into our flesh. Binding us helplessly to it's damning will.
Stand up and resist,
End up lynched from a broken branch within a field of crosses.
To create we must destroy.
To destroy we must create.
The Construct awaits those willing to partake.
Damn the Bleeding Tree.
But a distraction to keep the attention centered away from MY job.
Weep little piggies. The big bad wolf has blown down your homes.
Now grab your arms and show him what happens when you feed upon the weak...