I can remember as a child when it all seemed so like a game  Collect the stones inside my pocket, hear the noises that they made  But when my mother doesn't come home  and I realize I cast the first stone    FUCK    Oh God how could I?  Oh God what have I done?    The mob approaches with uncertainty in their eyes  All aware one of them will die    My childhood lay scattered among the postcranial debis  Dismembered, disarticulated, disappointment, disbelief    The tradition is a lie...    And all the shame, these sullied hands, the blood seeping into the soil  Oh God purge this stain from my soul, restore the innocence I've lost  For this I never can forgive myself  Drowning in my gene pool, will I sink or swim?    Oh God what have I become?  Oh God free my from this burden?    The mob approaches with rocks in their hands  All aware that the time has come    No one wins...