wajid yaseen - text - touched
every surface was touched...
the world died a million times over
and every rebirth was a step back,
every turn was crude,
every God was a god
and no one saw the difference.
The birth of purity had turned to the birth of the upright,
the fine-standing.....
all nobility had become knighthood..
all of masculinity was castrated
and all femininity was childless
if a curtain could be drawn it would be drawn forever......
endless rails and endless chinks.