Love Is Dead
The prince of the power of the air along with his children
666,
Love is dead until we fancy another route of passing?
Chasing after the wind in twilight excursion of light,
Love is dead ever since the 1960's burning bras
Feministic women amazons invading our every portal of death
Viscious long hanging fangs that bite hanging down dripping blood off side
We often run away to hide in fashionable sway,
We can't even hold the door for our neighbor anymore?
Blackened hearts chosing death's door cement,
Broadened venues of *********** & red light districts
A slurrpy & pop rocks,
Love is dead we have inherited lust from the children of the damned!
In sharp contrast toward what Warhol's intent of past exposure
Move over rover and let the fakes take over
Pagans branded with dire evil teeth losing sleep
Gone our the days of Little House & the prairie
Not to mention Little Bo Peep!
Perhaps its that time we take a leak?
Inner circles broadened cliches in imaginative scope
Can even cope when you have an old spice soap on the rope
In certain circles vain cliches again best to hold my breath to count to the number ten?
Love is dead but God is still alive
Love is Hollywood philisophical fake promotion
Phat Kats with blue hats sipping on some magic potion
Rubbing their fake boobies down with Tropicana lotion
Love is dead what is going on in the societal mindset head?
We have erected fabricated idols out of vanity
Vanity of Vanity all is vanity!
We squeeze money out of the imaginary machine turning green
Just to watch that Obama dream?
If you ask me were still living in the evil land of mean!
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