The Night Has Dined

As soon as day light dies,
and the night has dined/
aliens sail the sky,
while djinns swim my mind.
I look forth for gleaming knives,
and anything sharp in sight/
chew my lip,
and clench my fist after a drop of my pint...
I'm ready to give a fast hook,
and I ain't talking about a chorus/
I'll give you a black eye on your left side,
like the Eye of Horus...
I vow to never bow,
and pollute my brain to the triangle/
like their following of zombies,
blood suckers, and cannibals!
My Lord and Saviour wears a crown of brambles/
mortals who wish to be a massa to masses, they gambled...
They won't sail through Archeron
with sheckles on their eyes/
Charon will decline and leave them on the banks of Styx.
Fools are off selling souls(soles)
just like a shoe maker/
all for fame and fortune and to make the newspaper...