In God We Must Kill

I listen to the sirens wail.

Hoping evil will not prevail.

Hearing neighbors

Scream and yell.

This life I live, a form of Hell.

Dysfunction is the way of life.

Division causing hate and strife.

Tyranny cracked the Liberty Bell.

Millions of souls up for sale.

Programmed minds, Design

the curriculum.

The abstract lines, we find

in the addendum.

Human kind in line with

mass hysteria.

AIDS, Covid, Ebola and

Malaria.

I don't know what's scarier.

The Plague or the Vampires.

How many people buried

in the muck and the mire.

When the power goes out,

I hope that you can start a fire.

I hope you don't turn into a

a killer up for hire.

When the system collapses, and

it will. Prepare for your last meal.

You think you pay them taxes so

you can live in peace? Get Real!

Assembling corporate entities,

corporate soldiers for the war.

The empty words they use to

confuse the simple common core.

Pandemonium will strike like a

Hammer on an Anvil.

The anthem of the Fourth Rychë,

In God We Must Kill.

I listen to the Tyrants fail...

To justify this Global jail.

Heavy Metal in the hail.

Nevermind the toxic smell.

The razors edge, the hunters knife.

The baby's bed, The Reaper's Scythe.

Fear is the drug that Sorcerer's sell.

Mirror the image, You just can't tell.

Choke on the rind from the swine

and their idioms.

Words that confine and bind true

freedom.

A sign of the times, another

Viral carrier.

Another chalk line in another

Urban Area.

Another police tape barrier.

Destruction is hardwired.

They never seem to get there

till another life expires.

When the Tower gives out,

and the situations dire.

I hope you don't get caught

under the bricks of angst and ire.

When they avoid all the facts, and

they will. Can't tell faux from real.

An android with an apple in the

window. An age old plan fulfilled.

Exterminating corporate enemies,

There's Brown Shirts at your door.

Removing God from their society,

They'll kill more than they did before.

Pandemonium will strike like a

Hammer on an Anvil.

The Anthem of the Fourth Rychë,

In God We Must Kill.

The Sanctimonius fight. So

much heathen blood to spill.

The Anti-Christ will spike, the

mutating vaccine pill.

Give Elon, Bill and Mark 'a like',

When you're ready to make a deal.

The Anthem of the Fourth Rychë,

In God We Must Kill.