When the volcano erupts
they blame the gods,
it's a common theme.
Blood thirst is contagious
as one and all turn to
homicidal maniacs.
Witches, thieves,
philosophers, princesses.
Burn, stab, bludgeon, maim.
See here! The winds
of change bear arms.
Fear and loathing have no friends.
A prima facie they call an act of war.
But cold-blooded ******
is the criminal de facto.
Heathens in chaos
can offer no justification
for unsacred slaughter.
It's methodical
and evil as the Tempter.
A flag to hatred
when they'd given allegiance
upon the heads of their children.
And so, the sins pass from father
to son, mother to daughter.
The acquired taste for blood
will one day claim them too.
These very same kids
will smoke mom and dad
with the same zeal and spite
they butchered the collective royalty.
Listen!
Barbarism begins at home.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 9:05 AM UTC
When the volcano erupts
they blame the gods,
it's a common theme.
Blood thirst is contagious
as one and all turn to
homicidal maniacs.
Witches, thieves,
philosophers, princesses.
Burn, stab, bludgeon, maim.
See here! The winds
of change bear arms.
Fear and loathing have no friends.
A prima facie they call an act of war.
But cold-blooded ******
is the criminal de facto.
Heathens in chaos
can offer no justification
for unsacred slaughter.
It's methodical
and evil as the Tempter.
A flag to hatred
when they'd given allegiance
upon the heads of their children.
And so, the sins pass from father
to son, mother to daughter.
The acquired taste for blood
will one day claim them too.
These very same kids
will smoke mom and dad
with the same zeal and spite
they butchered the collective royalty.
Listen!
Barbarism begins at home.
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