Blood Junkie

Lamb Of God

A shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk.

Conniving opportunist

Lease the blade the gun the bomb in the name of justice.

A violent panacea for what ails the nation

In advancement for the pig.

You'll not wrest the truth from my hands

Eyes never closed clarity.

Clamped down in a grip so tight on ordinary horror.

Peering through a curtain of blood.

Retribution or vengeance it matters not which

As long as the pig stays on top of the ladder of bone his father has built.

Ashes to ashes to the dust

Eaten spiced with ambivalence.

The nation swallows it all whole

Weakened by their collective neck in the noose.

Commerce brings war

Jihad has come to both sides.

Eye for an eye fire for fire

Raining death as the towers crumble.

This will never end.

Left without a choice

By the fiscal elite

War is set in motion by higher powers.

A pissing contest for the unknown.

Left bankrupt we all die inside.

As a couple jumps hand in hand to their death.

Wrapped in swaddling lies and laid in a dumpster

Spoon fed shit doesn't even turn their stomachs.

Gaping mouths yawn for more abuse

Someone needs to tip the nest.

The pig ascends

As I sink deeper

Seething misanthropic

Waiting for my death