-Sycophant-

I come wrapped in a flag,
A fake,
Destruction in my wake.
Masquerading as the one.
The one to make it great again.

Drowning in crimson delectability,
We gulp from a fountain of life force and
Total euphoria blissfully gushes down
Our throats.

Feverish gluttony.

I set out to poison them with the divine,
I scratch out their eyes to see through mine.
I promise them exclusion is the answer.
Trapped in a trance,
The cultists follow the light;
Insects marching to their doom.

Parasites feeding on hatred,
Growing obese from blame.
Anger clouds their vision.
Killing and raping,
A drug to the feeble-minded.
It will never let go
Once its grip is fastened.

A disgusting fascination with agony,
All hope is gone,
Endzeit!