Armed To the Wing
Empty the prisons
let felons roam free
get rid of the police
disarm the peeps
catastrophic experiments
at the expense of citizens
crime sky high
riots are America's new pastime
the great purge has begun, folks
twenty-four -seven-three sixty-five-
Heaven has to hire more security
Saint Peter's gate has become unruly
angels are twitchy, armed to the wing
the seamstresses are growing fatigued
they're quickly running out of string
heaven's prisons are quickly filling up
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