Dystopia

Beat the body to death like it was a resurrected Hussein,
Leave the bodies in the streets to spread infection no containment,
The town smells of rotten flesh that's an understatement,
Hollowed dystopia don't run while your nightmares are chasing,
2 single beds Hannibal lector and you lay adjacent,
Let's calm the anxiety while we pray with satan,
Mother spawns a baby leaves Damien in the street for the taking,
Bricks behind doors no escaping,
Creatures you're not sure if they're sapiens,
Injustice for all but no rebellion's sparked with recording or taping,
Nothing sweet beside the cyanide in these pastries,
Dark red blood floods the floors as your child lies in the basement,
Bed bugs eat away at his spine and I was the one that placed him,
I guess it's not your fault you needed a gun to raise him,
Fed him sesame seeds scraped off of scraps of a plate and some raisins,
Hopes packed away this new society's filled with atheists,
Those same black faces are growing impatient cause of the crazy kid,
Tells them  payment of your soul is his only tip,
Tried convincing the mortals a holy trick,
Thoughts provoked the public like a starved African exposed to a bowl of grits,
His body's tied up and his face remains motionless,
They awoke him then tore his throat to shit,
No medical men opening tool kits,
Took shifts torturing him he's had enough so this fool spits,
Hits the figures face its body disintegrates,
The power was inside of the people the men have changed,
The word spreads and attention is directed on the man for his decision to wait,
He knew all along the answer but why did he wait a minute too late?
Instead of grace he receives criticism by the crate,
Couldn't he have delivered the message an earlier day,
When all this fucker did was spit and he was the one with inglorious ways?
He'd never asked to be poster boy or travel on tours or star in parades,
He was just a man who felt imprisoned in a physical state but also felt barred in his brain,
Wanted to heal his problems and leave them as temporary stains,
But it's hard to remove scars buried in a den while arms and legs are chained,
He doesn't want product placement or any business in entertainment,
After this publicity he knows his heart's destined to remain vacant,
Filled his cup with rat poison, said fuck this world and then drank it.