Too tired to project, time to reflect.
If you thought I was an archer and turned my arrows around to do me harm, then behold:
And from this day forth may the truth of my inner self protect me from those who would throw stones.
May they be weathered by the sea of memory before they reach me.
I am tired of carrying this burden alone.
Pretend that I am good for nothing,
but I was good enough to carry the weight of your transgressions.
Back and forth to the well of memory until it broke me.
So tell me, is your healthcare free?
Today I learned a new secret about the mirrors of Mercury,
but you’ll have to toss your baggage out of my chariot before you learn anything from me.
Hello again, moon, I am the head of my fucking family, so let me rest,
because your lies and guilt don’t belong to me.
If the sin was the father’s then let it be,
it has nothing to fucking do with me.
Start protecting your daughters, start protecting your sisters, instead of lying to protect your suns.
Start teaching your magic to future mothers instead of letting them struggle alone.
The truth has never set me free, until I found my own.
So stop hunting for lies, before you realize my head is not your home.
I make the rules, I write the story, my god is the messenger here.
So if you shoot him out of the sky one more time, I’ll drown you all in my Tyrs.