Hand on the snake and the innocent protected
her darkness is lofted, one feather at a time
rending the clouds she dreams in.
She is screaming aloud, “Please, take this child from me!”
this lizard she sees, sleeping in her blood.
Exhaling, under the bed is the art
of children grown, still acting out.
Blessed be this space of our ancestor’s waste,
America has already fallen!
Even in the moment, you allowed
the white mass media to define you,
Fanticiadal children, deluded by the teat
money is not the root of all evil
chosen exceeds entitled
Mission outweighs morality, as cointelpro to torture was 40 yrs in the desert, and once again we have missed the promised land, chaos, the enemy of power.
this money is mine I earned it
I learned and manipulated your ignorance
the extent I am willing to go
to get what I want
I move forward on my own agenda
straddling that fine line between compassion and contempt. forgive them, they know not what they do, or fuck’m, they lack the courage to introspect.
Livin thru my suicide this night
when the law becomes
cold killers, cold killing
become the law
one politic, one religion, one economy
the way to peace is war
what fear is evil
if your greatest fear is being alone
without god, as you would be in Hell
and are here on Earth
Satan has fallen and ruling
god bless this fascist
United States of America.