God Give Me the Gas
God...give me the gas to turn fallen angels into fiery ashes
Lips of lust and lashes into tongue capsules
Swallowed by serpents and captured by servants
Chained and caged
Tamed and trained and schooled to be sane
Old testament obscenities gone into obscurity
Sad ones only seeking security under the wings of ugliness and words
Uniformed...still nothing but sandworms
God...give me the gas to burn what is bad and brutal
Wrong way runners still in stubborn refusal
Renewed and recycled and even renamed
That sad song stays the same
Cut and cast away the costumes they wear
Camoflauged in conformity suits...taylor made to always tell the truth
Luxurious is the lie that buys the billion dollar soul
Hands now hurting but can't climb out of the hole
Savor what they stole
Bring back the bank roll now bankrupt
Blow out the dynamite candles on your deathwish cake
Feast of fools...frauds and fakes
God...give me the gas to strap on the ticking time bomb
Seal all the exits and entrance ways at the assembly of anticreation
Time is getting near for those monsters to meet their maker
Just like a baker of blasphemous bread
Overlords of obscenity are soon to dancing with the dead
In this age of annihilation I seek only to be a prophet of pain
God...give me the gas to do this work with great expertise
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2016
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