Vicious sun of unborn god dancing in my head
before the eyes of an everlasting appetite
watching through infinity the hunger sated temporarily by sacrificing the
young minds of the world to a god that will never exist,
drained dry by the world, taking away what you do not NEED to survive in
this culture of machines run by animals caged behind metal
and He will smile down at us from his ladder so we must adore him even
though he is no better,
merely has a higher chair until stealthy saw held by sleepy child protected
by the cunning of agelessness and the supposed innocence of youth slices
through the ladder so that they fall into the awaiting mouths of the abyss
that is the sea of politics crowded
by the sheep who have just discovered they can fly but soon enough there is
another ladder for another god and the child is torn to a thousand pieces
and cast to the wind for attempting to destroy this perfect world,
for surely they haven’t succeeded,
and the baby smiles for the wind itself is the enemy,
bringing nothing but change and laughs as you immolate me on this holocaust
called America.
 
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