"A world so lovely," she said dead,
Laying down her lovely head.
"Clear blue sky and shining stars
"With friendly killing near and far."
The corpulent king's mind does moan,
Wailing on unquestioned throne;
Makes him horny, hard and stiff
Ordering soldiers over a cliff.
Good little toyz are good little boyz,
Fear silences the human noise;
"I never question my king's order!"
Giving proof to mental disorder.
Yet when rushing straight dread down
Grinning soldier starts to frown;
"By death comes the pointed rocks
"Just to please a mad king's cock."
But who's to believe it
If they must bereave it?
"I'll sing a song to be king too!
"Then myself I'd be happy to screw!"
Over and over and over they went,
Claiming death as heaven sent;
Mourners march in raptured parade,
Maintaining still the deadly charade.
Blood stains the great white dove,
Squeezing dear suicide love;
Just one more precious drip!
Prays illusion's tightening grip.
Father to son, mother to brother:
"You ain't mine if you choose the other!";
Sun and moon boiling light,
Even the children lose their sight.
When every god's a flaming whore
Who can pay the company store?
Hungry hearts starve unfed,
Burning bridges might have led.
Wild fire out of control
Anxious to burn the telltale soul;
When the last love is finally killed
We shall fear what we have willed.
Stairway to heaven dutifully bought,
Crying angels plead for naught;
In Love's ear this chorus we say:
"A wonderful world we make today."
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