Victims Of The Riddle (Pt. 1)

Take a tine of unwanted embryos,

Paint a bird then let it go.

Give me that phoetus you want to destroy,

I'll create neither a girl;

I'll create neither a boy.

I’m a monster in the eyes of Troy;

I’m a monster in the eyes of the boys.

Give it life,

Drown it in love;

Watch it writhe,

Try to escape

At the point before death.

Oh tell it my love was fake.

See my only lifeform is

Rolling on the floor –

Who is it? Where is it? Why?

See my only lifeform

A-rolling on the floor –

Who is it? Why? Where is it? Why?

What is your crime, what have you done?

You’re a victim.

Is there a heaven? Is there a hell?

Do both exist? You can tell.

Only the victims –

Your life is a riddle.