There a time comes with every  goes around,
blow up in the name of god and your pride,
distance streets hear of the blasts and sounds,
An initial rush  starts the merry-go-round

So lives this fantasy, of bombs tied to you
that 50 un-touched virgins will be all your truth.
Believe the master to fool  to the violent cause,
and the ones swiped under the sewers are the fools.
There's no heaven but the abyss of insects that which you crawl.

Streetsweepers bury your skin guts and eyes,
flows into the gutters , fingers and toes
You brought on misery & cries.
A justification you allowed and always known
Paid life for death for life and life pays for death
and now get eaten by the bugs under soil beneath.
No ****** would want a decomposed vile martyr
rotting at every of his limbs so ****** & twisted apart,
and a vision sings of brain-washed sowing to his craft.

Trump is no angel but a heresy,
But both sides are the devil
And no side is good,
No side is pure,
and this world spins like a feeble,
weaved by a spider of no wonder.
And everything gets un-done.
This world now has never won.
Its too late for good to begin.
Animosity cries for the word that's win,
We are all just sinking away,
there's no luck for another day.