Tightly holding the umbilical cord,
they rather die than capitulate.
Clinched fists and gritted teeth
with Stingers, drones, and Javelins.
A nation cries, the world is watching,
they have a message for the enemy,
"We will never surrender, this is our home!"
It's time to end the Putin regime.

The beast is unleashed while I perform
an illustration for you with this Ouija board.
Please be warned—crossing me is problematic
as I unleash these screaming demon hordes
on a backstabbing family of zealot fanatics,
and a smiling two-faced scheming *****.
When a baby dies will it be mourned?
Like a fetus crying smothered and frantic,
dangling at the end of the umbilical cord.
Should I reverse my thirst, or unleash my scorn?
Does the devil sharpen his blood-red horn?
He is perched on your church feeling satanic,
I rehearse each verse from the pages torn
to disperse from earth my blood and magic.

Twas dark outside on Christmas Eve,
alone I cried, betrayed, deceived.
Liars, hypocrites, backstabbing thieves,
alone I mourned, I was so alone.
Red jacket, white shirt, white gloves, red tie,
black pants, black boots, and a beard painted white.
Down, down the chimney, I slipped out of sight
she was hanging tinsel with some other guy.
I walked into the room my vision distorted,
each cough with blood my body contorted.
I dropped the bottle, then picked up the revolver,
it's time to decorate the Christmas tree.

Lost in a world that is broken,
hiding from any fascination tonight,
watching you through fading light,
hidden joy farthest from sight.
You are not like the others
who masquerade smiles and deceit,
this world is vile and unworthy;
a festering blight of selfish intrigue.
But you are not alone, you are just like me,
beautifully unhinged with every word you bleed.

Loving me is easier than you think,
just like a candlelight dinner with poison in your drink.
So, I ask you please never hurt me,
if you do I promise you they'll find your body on the floor.

When two people fall in love—it's beautiful,
but when one cheats on the other—
it's time to grab the kitchen knife,
run into the room and cut out both their eyes.

So, ask yourself a question, should you just take my suggestion,
to avoid all future aggression; I hope that you are listening.
Or we will drive to the mountains as you're in my trunk pounding,
then I stop and start counting all the bullet holes I fire in you.

Loving me is easier than it seems,
just like the beautiful ocean, drowning as you scream.
So, I ask you please never hurt me,
cause if you do I promise you they'll find your body on the shore.

Abysmal adulation, my spinal cord reverberates harmonious change.
Obscure illusions immersed inside inquisitive provocative thoughts.
Who can deny such devouring primal endeavors of melodic balladry.
Beneath each aching desire—strangled deep in the memory I scorn.
Pen in hand, I hear the call, when one door closes my altruism is key.

Infested, impaled, slaughtered meat, and brimstone candy—
slumped on a throne with a pirate's dagger under a skeleton key.
Drowning children in a gaping gutter of godless servitude,
putrid streams dripping puddles under the disemboweled.
Drink the fornicating disease, backmasking a kaleidoscope clown,
forget me not as my ship docks, I will surely help you drown.