Fuck the Clergy

It Spreads Pandemically

A quick trial at sickness that beguiles,
I'm never docile, but tense towards prehensile .
Without fear or care,
I'm here to blare!

I've got a bomb in my brain.
I'm high so I get wrong again from pain.
My zen-trained bent brain is lent to stain,
This page with your remains!

Uncaged this isn't a song it's a warning to maintain.
Falun Gong helps handle the animal untamed.
But that's just a handful of my lanes.
Random sampling waxes for hacked bits but the rest wanes.

So what wasn't fought off?
Was caught and popped into art.
Dropped to test its guard.
Such thoughts come back breezily.

The cost to run tracks easily
I'm clear, jagged and elastic.
Like a vial of sulfuric acid!

Fast turning intestines,
Into a burning testament,
Discerning increments,
Stomach earning the last sentence.

Unbuffered gore,
Suffering no more,
If you're tough drink H2SO4!

Spitting bits of fire!
Fitting in when I get higher,
I don't sit and flit tired.

But get iller than Godzilla,
God's Thrilla Lizza!
Still searching for penicillin,
Lurching and spilling,
Radioactive waste.
Buildings massively crack and fall in place.

Stand my ground without staggering!
Handle my sound with a swaggering,
Chatter, fragging verses that matter.
Because my curse is beyond patter.

But cutting through disguise
Without the sigh, please,
Of naïve plebians,
Who can't escape by japes!
OR moderate!

So they nightly bother to hide.
And tithe inside to Almighty Father.
Never seeing Christian-revisioned
Empirical missions of the clergy.

Consistent economic decisions?
Or am I missing
The instant- miracle the land they fit in early?
Snatched from the poor...
Just moments before the start of wars!

Not a cent or acre to escape!
Misspent mistaken in probate!
Since Priests won't be allowed to mate...
Anymore.
Sure. Just throw them little boys
Whittled joys
As the spoils of war.

Unpardonable!
Mephisto checks my arsenal.
This flow wrecks personal.
Me wily aisles of “Bombs R Us”,
Songs to trust, fire along and bust
MILES of diseased files in freestyle.

(When the devil shops for weapons he first levels up to me to reckon hell's threats with needs to beckon.)

Like a misguided child,
On a tricycle-mission and a high cylinder of Ritalin,
I can always rely on a sick trial,
To go faster in chatter and patter for 3 miles.

High with eyes in the sky,
Dropping lightning down,
Tightening to stop time with my rounds!

The worst of a top down never stop the sound,
Of a lucid tongue agile for ages,
Used to run all night and just like Vegas?
The gunning tongue grooves for fun busting wild!
Mysteries of history  re-addressed compiled by a bibliophile.
Set to spree shaken and riled over dancing tiles,
Taking a chance to make every stance worth your while.

Missives disturbed,
Twisted to serve,
The needs of Patriarchy.
Who beseeds with malarkey,
And excuses afraid to let the truth free.

Boosting clues from psychology,
To spread heresy in the heads of those searching.
Evil lurking, clergy is all motherfucking merchants
And I don't need sociology to see
Developments fobbed through oligarchy.
Spreading through dead sheeple like ontology.
Don't follow me, find your own self wealth
And use stealth to bless the lessons,
Before sore authority comes testing.

Without rehearsal I'm saddled to a series of dispersal
Of prattle and fury. It isn't controversial
What addles fear, universally
Natural and near to me.
It's an immersion of a soul holding
Battle theory with tactile fury,
An excursion to rattle with queries
What nano-bot demons spear for me!

Where I'm from votes count for less than notes.
Scared scrotes announce what they're told.
Feeding ya' lies the media cleaves your mind.
Til you stop asking why.

Every beat of realization.
Is discretely set for invasion.
Through the service of every commercial.
Bespelling to front and telling you what to want.

Such action outlasts as a distraction,
Against any sense of argument.
Behind what's wrong, really going on.
TV and magazines see and spread a gleam
To flash before your eyes and hypnotize.

Cash desensitizes when currency is a tool of mind control,
Urgency rules to finance your roll,
Hurriedly glitz wows you away from bits of value,
Unwinding and grinding the stone
That built your foundation of dome
Is the location target of those who would own,
The very market shown and torn
From which you and your homes were all born.
There's no escape so change your mental real estate,
Before developments make it too late!