Rape Nation

Yet again the Phallus has risen

In bestial proportions

To reclaim the throne

And to remind its benefactors

The oath that led to an understanding

Between The Instrument 

and the one who inherits it-

The oath to rule the Virgin Hole;

The oath to skew clarity of many.

For the key to unholy secrets

Dangles between fingers and legs

of those who write the future, present and past

for the rest of the lot.

Through millennia of mind control

the Phallus and his inheritors

have bind her with the decree of ownership

of the Virgin Hole

for she is a chaste soul; 

the one who strayed; slaved;

she is the virgin; the temptress;

she could be corrupted;

yet she could corrupt.

she is the charmer;

face that launched a thousand ships;

adulteress; the one who turned to stone;

she-devil; witch; slut; whore; 

she who gives into temptations easily; the immoral bitch!

she must be forced to believe and give in

to the existence of the decree 

of the rightful ownership by Phallus 

of the Virgin Hole, as the final law 

that exist anywhere over the land of the earth.

if she resist,let she be conditioned until she becomes righteous again

if she resist still;
she must be ostracised from the fold

and if she resist Still;
she must be sent back into land from where she came once

with others like her, whose unholy blood still reeks from all of our hands.

For this is the everlasting truth;

truth that have been the same since the birth of civilisation;

truth that doesn’t seem to change.

and here I stand at the cusp of human capability

the so called modern man; the king of the earth

ever so persistently exploring the universe

the most intelligent organism yet known;

yet my hands reek of cold blood

yet the Phallus controls me

So am I really who I think of myself to be-

Civilised and Free?