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Aug 2017
I'm the unholiest of nights
I am nocturnal antichrists
I am the intifada phantom
Blacking out the Israelites

I am the netherworld Rohingya  
To Gautama's paradise
I can indulge in my salvation
For a fraction of the price

I am the spice of life aboard
Malagasy pirate ships
I am the pyramids of greed
Built atop the cracks of whips

I get on nerves of your Nirvana
I'm the burning Book of Mormon
I'm a hundred years of war
And famine, plagues and locusts swarmin'

I am 47 ronin  
To the Hiroshima priest
As they Shinto Harakiri
I am rising in the east

I am the fracture in the caste
Of the Brahmin’s brittle bones
I am the wrath of jealous deities
On Mount Olympus thrones

I'm the cult of personality
The Satan's circle level
I'm the hammer and the sickle
I'm the patron saint of rebel

I'm the heathen Eden extremist
The radical depiction
Of Muhammad's severed head
Adorned in crowns of crucifixion

I'm the Xenu Voodoo Guru
I'm the omniversal cosmic view  
The lord of space and time
And now my thetan horde awakens you

From sins of your mortality
I know them all too well
You place your faith in heaven
But I make mine here in hell
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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