AMMUNITION: erotic catharsis

guns can kill or preserve life—queered up punks reclaim the night…ammunition stocked in plain sight—aimed at the enemies of our karmic fight…finely-styled brothers in camouflage fatigues—proving their metal stoked up on speed…tunneling to zion and flying free—cosmic forces reemerge from the deep…te amo baby is what we cry—challenging state power and systemic lies…sisters of style meet our adoring eyes—transgender divas in every shape and size…agents of karma armed to the teeth–with chain-mailed fists of platinum and steel…unleash salvos at shiva’s feet–radiating one love both broad and deep…the ammunition of our struggle lies deep within—love and rage meld with righteous sin…erotic transformers powered by oxygen—give our armies the power to rise and win