A shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk.
Lease the blade the gun the bomb in the name of
A violent panacea for what ails the nation
In advancement for the pig.
You'll not wrest the truth from my hands
never closed clarity.
Clamped down in a grip so tight on ordinary horror.
Peering through a curtain of blood.
vengeance it matters not which
As long as the pig stays on top of the ladder of bone his father has built.
Ashes to ashes to the
Eaten spiced with ambivalence.
The nation swallows it all whole
Weakened by their collective neck in the noose.
Jihad has come to both sides.
Eye for an eye fire for fire
Raining death as the towers crumble.
This will never
Left without a choice
By the fiscal elite
War is set in motion by higher powers.
A pissing contest for the
Left bankrupt we all die inside.
As a couple jumps hand in hand to their death.
Wrapped in swaddling lies and laid in a
Spoon fed s**t doesn't even turn their stomachs.
Gaping mouths yawn for more abuse
Someone needs to tip the nest.
As I sink deeper
Waiting for my death.