Out Comes The Batz

The nauseating smell of waste

contaminated by the blood

dripping for the knife

of a hatchet man

a self-destructive (cruel) act

in the name of a god

that is used to justify a

holy battle plan

It's going down now

no hope for pow wow

you can't expel the devil from his dwell

there ain't no sanctuary safe enough

no shelter built strong and tough

to protect against this earthly hell

Out comes the batz

they're leaving their cave

soon they'll be outta sight

out comes the ratz

they are leaving the ship

swimming off into the night

out comes the vultures

fleeing human discommend

in this mayhem of dismay

there'll be no tomorrow

this is the end

and tomorrow, no today

A game of sick monopoly

polluted by the appetite

for cash and to control

a flock of sheep

an atrocious quest for peace

a certain route to genesis

It's hard to comprehend

the power of such a creep

so it went with a blast

no future no more past