Evil (Atheist Pt. 2)

Rose releases us
in fifteen minutes
Papa gives birth to us
by three o’clock
I let go this time ‘round
I’d give birth to swords
this time ‘round, my lark

Never was the evils
washed away by black-clad
mistresses of their emperor
And turning us all
to concubines with their
creative book
The killer bees will make their honey
in sulphur and internet and placard
and diamonds and guns