Dirty Liars

There are heroin shooters,
And then, there are heroin hiders.
There are crack addicts,
And then, there are crack fighters.

Hear me out, let me preach,
Of the ostracism and those impeached.
Vice is the bane of wisdom,
Strangled by the order.

Bleak imagism and spliced verdicts,
Fallen from an indecisive oak.
Surrealistic concepts must be choked.

Shit out your ass before our Pope,
Stick your arm straight out before a dead Il Sung.
Fuck your mom because she wants some.
Kill your old man because he tells you what to do.
(But only if you’re allergic to glucose, of course).

If God is dead, the Devil walks with boots.
To murder this oak, starve the roots.
Values are disintegrating,
Morals have met their half life.
We live in a world ran by mules.
(Bunch of heathen faggot fools).

110 stories of one womb have been tied down in mystery.
The Quran is a grimoire, a savage’s liturgy.
We have drowned Earth in the dawn,
As we hunt under the smog for the last fawn.
Men of lies hypnotically trance you into an induction,
An inauguration of faithlessness, interminable “science”,
Used to drag you down,
Into the recesses of our own veiled ignorance.

OH, FORSAKEN LIBERALISM,
LET ME BATH IN YOUR
HYPOCRISY. I WILL WASH YOUR
FEET.

Dumbfucks….