truth is a fist

insanity has wrung like a bell
through the great masses
and everyone is driven to a corner
that we might come out swingin’
beating our points home
like punches driven to kidneys







until the opponent is down
and we might bleed
in our broken version of success;
because truth is a fist,
like a hammer in our hands,
that we might bash
their evil fuckin’ brains out
just to look for the gory evidence
that we taught ’em a lesson

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