Risen now, the sons of Cain, Through the slurries of history and open doors of kindness No nature can contain. Risen now, with violent distain. Fearing now no act of god, no judgement, nor, no hand of love to force the stolen refrain. Risen now, foul humanity again. Reasonless, the rancid vultures, ascended now; theContinueContinue reading “The Sons of Cain”