Death on a Backdrop of Piss Yellow

Again the truth deemed as negativity
Standard riposte of cult leaders and zealots
Old symptoms of an even older sickness
Stolen hearts, captured minds and souls
With greed as a shovel, they dig their own holes
Food for the worms later eaten by moles
Infectious infiltration, spreading disease

Made ignorant by a false sense of hope
The great lie disguised as uplifting messages
Temple foundations of past horrific acts
Ornate white marble columns and thick walls
Sacred chambers, business offices and halls
Scented decorative urinals and toilet stalls
Aspiring saviors and their slavish acolytes

Inspired by shysters and slave owners
Pushing back and trampling over all in their way
Pale, within the glow of Jeffersonian enlightenment
"Join us or die" they often stridently insist
A cruel draconian policy for all who would resist
Despotic transgressions never fading in time's mist
Never are they ever to reach their manifest destiny

Again an old viper raises it's wedge shaped head
Some finding serenity in it's cold lidless eyes
Rattling tail and dripping fangs betraying intentions
Sleeping lightly through the day and hunting by night
None too particular about who or what it will bite
Of flickering forked tongue and keen unblinking sight
Soon to be haunted by the ghosts of all it has consumed