Staring Knives

All respect for ethical tossed to the wind. In all respect, I'll batter with a just mallet. There's no room for "ethical" in life or death. The staring daggers, they pierce clear. Let's see. Let's see who's in charge. (God is not here) You won't know the knife is in. (prayers are not here) You won't feel it when I twist. You won't know the knife is in. You won't feel it until I twist. Let's break the hand that fights us back. A reactive defense when thwarted, oppressed... for what? and for what? There are these symbols that stare. I think it's time to break the silence. The staring knives they They pierce clear. So let's see. Let's see who's in charge.