americium serum

cracks in the concrete and rusted metal
forge an illusion of an imperfect world
melted plastic fused into death
toxicity overtake in each breath
blood stained glass, dry and crusting
rotting corpse,flies,maggots lusting
under the scorned sun,
the stench spells a deteriorating pun
9 bullets shot from his machine gun
he grins and grinds his teeth for fun
pull the trigger, not so hard to figure
whats your creed? he yells in hied
watching things perish in his timeless greed
for taking lives and raping wives
is his pleasure in leisure
oh, begotten one, abhorrence,your father
and avarice your mother
malevolence is the tongue you speak
tumultuous, is your manner
oh psychotic warrior of the new millennium
indulge some more of the trigger happy americium serum
hot wire your brain and jump start insane
as the proud eagle takes you under its wing
and forever they will sing,
what is your creed? whats is your creed?
for genus americanum must plant their seed
to capture the freed.

now wipe the froth forth from your mouth, and change the channel.