et tu

the romans
had nothing but
shit and cum
masking their way
to the next world.

this was their badge,
their heirarchy,
when
there was nothing else left
to fuck.

we raise our flag
and murder our daugters.

we kill our lovers
out of nothing
but the thrill of
necessity

morality
has become nothing more
than a secondary fixture,
planted
upon the conquest
of a collection of bodies
that have been injected
by our decay.