A wellspring of salvation,
CHURCHING the masses to fall,
We all fall well into the faith
Of never-mind slaughter,
(No one here walks upon the water...)
Springing Jerry-like upon us,
With sinister, orchestrated, chunks of funk.
Meanwhile, back at the bunkers....
Boys in Bagdad in hallowed awe AMAZED!,
The Beltway Boys unfazed...
'They will be bombing Bethlehem tonite,
Perhaps this can get some attention,
Or at any rate, will
Make the back page'.
Gangsters watch for all to be well,
for death to smile on the eve of hell...
The grand national bargain dripped
On our saintly parchment
Have they called me to dance? Or no... to march a hero's march,
Or perhaps fall...
The time now is for us to leave...
THIS insane hour is mine!
Our windshield cracked
Into bullet-hole sunshine,
Revealing new violent patterns
'Now we know what to do(?)....'
Said the Real players smiling cool
In the blood of the red sunset.
Quickly all chairs
Were removed from the dinner table,
Fore we knew---we would not
Return....for one.....last..... supper.
'PREY FOR US'
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