It’s a never ending cult
That our tongues,
Where we kneel,
Where we face,
What we eat,
Where we live,
How we dress ,
And how we look.
Makes us different.
We are branches
On the same tree
Nationalism, racialism, culturalism, extremism;
The ignorance, the bigotry, the politics
Are like the cold Autumn winds that shed the leaves,
Sowing seeds for another generation zealots
Who believe they are fucking different.
They shall shed oceans of blood on this unholiest of alters.
It’s a never ending bloody cult
That you and I