fall into the leaking hands of self deprecation , trickles down my wrists like blood. kiss and bite , dichotomy of a heart wet with heaven and hands stained with hell. grotesque suffering lays thick against him , he doesn’t bother to ask : what rage has this suffering caused ? this is a devouring way to know jihad , without vulgarity , without self - submission. he is known now as the judge , he’s taken his place as the jury . please , lay the hammer to my neck as the executioner. the everlasting wail of a man , every part that spills out of him is not caught ; this is a cacophony of a frightened animal , a boy screeching .
“ if you have something to say , say it. ” @unheist