My last supper was years ago
Hunger and I go way back
We like watching things burn
And then making dark magic
It’s tragic, really I know
We still see *******
Where you see snow
And sometimes
When the dark closes in at night
We still think to ourselves
How much longer can this war,
This war, this dreadful war
Still go on without end
Without hashtag or trend
Before we realize it’s class
And landowning elites
And the company perks
Who still count our defeats
As a nation of states
When there’s so much more human
We have on our plates
Grabbin’ guns
Shootin’ kids
Perpetuating the races
We run to feel free
From the gods who erase us
With fury and fire
With wrathful sin scorn
Unto those who equate us
Drop bomb gender norms
Like it’s somehow ok
To treat others as lesser
When anything you can do I can do better
My nevermore letter is gone like the weather
And hers is much wetter when we are together
Enduring the cold like two Soviet wolverines
I am the West and the East still just wants to be me

In the lurches of subways
In alleys I’m lurking
In deserts I’m drilling
My evil plan working
And spreading like viruses
Spending and spending and spending
My envy
To no more to gain
Another man’s trash
Is the throne that I claim
And I treasure existence
And covet the stars in the sky
With oblivion
Passions of panic and all I desire
Is Amazon beauty to add to the fire
To dare speak my name
Costs and arm and a leg
And a chemical conscience
To think like my puppets
You’d first lose your mind
Than your shoes and your wallet
Your nickel and dime
And the scene of your crime
Would be questioned
And pondered through all the non-linear
Moments in time
And now as you still read
What possession really means
You come to see my value
Only measured
In your greed