Tuesday, September 24, 2013

The Holiest Place

Plutocratic fascist faggots
rape the world
spread the madness 
widespread panic 
when I scream
GOD DAMN IT 
using names in vain 
just to see the damage 

I've got bread to slice
so hail to the knife 
circumcise babies with the curse of life
when you trade the birth of rights
for the words of Christ 
you get crucified 
neutralizing you and I 
with involuntary suicide 

You look at me
like who am I?
I'm the God damned son
of brutal life 
here to brutalize 
the moon tonight 
to create a brand new paradise
 in the name of civil rights

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