See the Neo Con's all in a row
Onward, Christian Soldiers
Marching off to war
Preserving the vestiges
Of folklore families,
Sunday morning politics,
Bow ties and bonnets,
And good old red-blooded
Self-determination.
How smart you look
In full Regalia, with your
Checkered pants, cell phones and golf clubs
Atop your Lexus Steed
Off to seek a Holy Relic
-- To find proof of your God --
And finance a Jewish settlement.
Or just play a round of golf!
To Jerusalem they will crusade!
And cleanse the land
Of the Heathen Hordes
And Victory will come to the
Keepers of the Flame,
Whose hidden blaze
Burns deeply within
The internal combustion engines
That power their war vehicles
Across the ruins of the ancients
Grail in hand
Filled with the thick black blood
That lies deep beneath the sand,
Just beyond the Jordan…
And a New Age will emerge
For the Templer Knights of Texas
An Age of Reasons
Methodically conjured
In churches and synagogues
Throughout the land
South of the Mason Dixon
Where free men could
Live the Dream
Of a fiscally responsible Jesus
Who brandishes the poor
So they can learn to help themselves
And rewards the wealthy
With more riches
For the Meek can inherit the earth
Where their bodies can rot
And the Kingdom of Heaven
Is just down the road
Behind the big Iron Gate
With its vicious looking guard dogs
Who stand poised
To rip your throat out
If you don't have a membership.
You'll be politely turned away
And told you are lost
While Security takes your name
And the cameras take your face
So you finally make the list
Become someone worth watching.
Maybe for a brain implant
To become a mind controlled
Manchurian Candidate,
And die for your country
When the time is right
Maybe you'll make the work camps
Of the future
Or just the death squads
Where you'll end piled up
With rotting, bloated corpses
Dissolving together
A physical memory
Of the shared agony
Of torture and execution
But wait! Chivalry is not lost!
Tonight, Neo CONS dine on pork
And swagger the carpet halls
Praising their Lord
For showering them with greenbacks
And floating them in here
Like scum on the tide
Sashaying in the jetsam,
Their fat, pink bodies,
Riddled with cancers
Of varying degrees
And descriptions
An inner sea of life
Swimming in this
Collective flesh,
Feeding from the stagnant
Pools of blood and foul humors
Residing in these living cesspools
Like chattering demons
Resonating to their own frequencies
While strangling their hosts
Who prance and preen and pirouette
In silk and satin,
Powder puff zombies
Dancing blind voodoo
Fulfil the prophecies
Make it all real
Before you die
Pull down the curtain
Push the red button
And enter the great unknown
Where the guilt of pretending
Not to know better
Will send your souls careening
Into the biological past
Emerging as insects
And Crustaceans,
Scurrying for cover
On bleak ocean floors.
Or factory farmed livestock
Chained and caged for slaughter
And the human consumption
You so gleefully participated in
While being a human,
Slobbering on the melted fats
Of muscle tissue
And the succulent marrow of bones
Is it now your own fate to
Be crushed by the giants
Of the animal kingdom
Or the human masters,
Whose cruelty is equaled
Only by what was your own.
And the cycle continues
While the evil consumes itself
And the cauldrons open up.
And the banshees
Cry out your name
While the flames reach out
To embrace you
To invite you
To your new home
In the fiery pit of hell
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