I wear a mask to cover my face from
The rain of toxic messages that poison truth
Leveraged from lost symbols, these threads
Shelter the broken
Hate guides and shapes
Wait for the bodies to break
There is no hope for me to mend
I just try to prepare myself for the end
Protections derived from symbols distorted
I can't survive; I must don my armor
Artwork does not reveal
The connotations attached;
We are no longer real