The beast is lurking,
beneath the deepest oceans,
the highest mountains,
the thickest forests.
The slumbering beast will be awaken,
its mask removed,
its true face revealed,
its voice heard crystal clear.
The day will come.
The day is near,
I know it!
Its limbs will fail
But its sight will sharpen,
to see its guts spilled before the Earth.
Its flesh feasted upon by the vultures of death.
Meet the nation built on the stilts of lies,
founded on the sand of deception,
surrounded by walls of hypocrisy,
topped with a roof of lust.
Meet the nation of first world infrastructure,
sculptured by the blood of third world swines.
In this world, there are no heroes,
because none can be.
So save your Hollywood fantasies for the Afterlife.
No comments:
Post a Comment