Pinworms and Pentagrams
There are sacks of rotten rattlesnakes.
In a pit made of acidic hearts and coal flakes.
Bloody stumps where there once were trees of reasoning.
Pinworms have crawled from asses and into their brains.
Three-piece zombies are gleaning peace from our dreams.
They've already forgotten the lessons of 10/7 and 9/11.
The slaughter of our sons and daughters...of innocents.
They've forgotten the cattle cars and ovens of the holocaust.
How easily warlocks and witches whipped devils into martyrs.
Scorpions stinging away at the Star of David.
Their dark hearts looking more like pentagrams...
Making lust with fallen angels and ravens.
Step right up, folks... pick a side.... pick a side.
We're in the Armageddon foothills and plutonium rides.
It's time to draw granite lines and carve up the red beasts.
Guzzle some heavy, heavenly water and have us an omega feast.
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