Dystopia

Let me fuck a cadaver, let me gouge it alive

Let me burn the mutes, let me fleece the naive.

Obscured be my vision, of what's wicked and what's right  

I giggle at the sages, while buffoons command the might. 

No thrones or kingdoms, not even a treasure in sight. 

They call upon Fairies and Goblins, and for them we all fight. 

Smother you smooth, with my forked tongue. 

Worthy is in morgue, pedestal belongs to dung. 

The senile act crass, even impudent are the young

Martyrs fade in oblivion as butchers are nobly sung. 

Courtesy is obsolete, guile is in total fashion

Hunters shagging game, is simply congenital passion. 

Struggling as a roadkill, forget any compassion

Empathy is awfully scarce, best if you ration. 

So let me fuck a cadaver, let me gouge it alive

While I burn the mutes, you can fleece the naive.