Fanged

sunrise - sunset
wedged in between
dank city of bright tents
needles and feces
hate blooming openly
is this the model
we're to curtsy and envy


rosaries tossed to the trash 
down is up -up becomes down
goodness is to often bashed-
darkness is stealing the crown

in the foothills of civil war
is where two armies prep
the reds and the blues
primed to play endless taps 

in the hornets nest
on the eve of the battle
god hangs up the harp
satan shaking its rattle

it'll be bloody it'll be violent
babies will be bitten
by the fanged boots
of selfish tyrants

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