Preaching to the Converted

The public wants what the public gets

Lazarus himself wouldn't rise into this world

Decry relativity damned petulant

For seeing through a Trojan horse

Full of Zyklon, while Judas' coffers overflow

What? New world

(Dis)

Order is nothing new

Choking on poison air pouring whiskey

Into crescent moon lacerations

Time to bite the hand that beats

Teach our children well, teach them to kill

Global jihad for a thousand years

Sanctified our blood spills

Sutured with commodities

Iron fist in silken glove ripping away autonomy

Replacing with a placebo

Realize that our wounds will never heal

While Judas' coffers overflow