Beezus Taylor and The Funeral Party - Study of a Crucifixion

Let me paint you naked
Translate your nervous system onto canvas
Undressed, split wide
Second coming, crucified on the gambrel hook
People like us bear fruit in the dirt
Stroke and stroke my brush 'til it hurts
We weren't born this brutal but the world can be so
Cruel and unforgiving
Let me paint you a landscape
See every desperate thing crawling under
The guise of beauty
Insects beneath the leaves cannibalize each other
Creatures like us blossom in the weeds
Stroke and stroke my brush 'til I bleed
We weren't born this brutal but the world made me so
Cruel and unforgiving
Hear the mother's giving birth to screaming babies?
Born screaming, born writhing
Born human, born dying
Left to our own devices
We thrive in the mud, we thrive in violence
The heat of Hell is in our hands
So drink up, though the body's bland
You know the blood runs sweet
We weren't born this brutal but the world can be so
Cruel and unforgiving
We weren't born this brutal but the world made me so
Cruel and unforgiving

Written by:
Kimberly Taylor

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