The blood on the blade
The bullet, the bomb
The bank and the ballot
The book of Islam
Is my common man struggle
My herbicide’s noose
My opiate’s masses
Producing like Zeus
The poor, huddled refuse
Of consumerist culture’s
Impoverished and hungry
Insatiable vulture’s
Malnourishment wage
In your minimum cage
Cold World War snow blanket’s
Free love hippy plague
Ragin’ back from the Dead
To bring Down the whole System
With stock market fallout zone’s
Mushroom cloud prism
The re-meducation
Ghost-mortem disorders
The doomsday rock addict
The crack in your borders
The anti-establishment
Savior to none
I am merely the plug
You should pull when you’re done
Lest I overload brainwaves
With overlord plans
Till your empires fall
Into my beggar’s hands
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
The blood on the blade
The bullet, the bomb
The bank and the ballot
The book of Islam
Is my common man struggle
My herbicide’s noose
My opiate’s masses
Producing like Zeus
The poor, huddled refuse
Of consumerist culture’s
Impoverished and hungry
Insatiable vulture’s
Malnourishment wage
In your minimum cage
Cold World War snow blanket’s
Free love hippy plague
Ragin’ back from the Dead
To bring Down the whole System
With stock market fallout zone’s
Mushroom cloud prism
The re-meducation
Ghost-mortem disorders
The doomsday rock addict
The crack in your borders
The anti-establishment
Savior to none
I am merely the plug
You should pull when you’re done
Lest I overload brainwaves
With overlord plans
Till your empires fall
Into my beggar’s hands
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