Ballad of the Burning Bush
It came from the dust pockets of texasA gun totin' holy smokin' rolling simian
Mean eyed and squinting for recognition
That fundamentalist fucker with his dick in my eye
Can't seem to find the right way to die!!
He snorted a line than drank some wine
And fucked a lady by the name of Tranny Divine
Daddy I need me a football team and a wet dream
Daddy I seen the lord comin'
I seen the signs in the bush burning
I've seen the blood tracks on the flag
I've seen the black gold gushing from an open wound
I've seen dead babies skewered like suckling muslim pigs
I need to taste that flesh of the reserection
My dick bears my penetration of beaten dicators
Whose usefulness has come to an end
I need to feed off the carnage of dead Americans
Sent to their slaughter
So that I can raise their daughters
To bear witness to my greatness
I will tear the beating hearts from my enemies
And feed on their congealed blood
Sucking the tears from our memories
While I wave our American dreams
In the face of their children's screams
And for the media's eye
I will gladly sigh
I will caress their cerebral zones
While they obey and try
To reduce the reality
To a soap operated parody
So that the obese children of our loins
Can sacrifice their sanctity
On the chopping block of reason
And hang their friends for treason.
Gitanamo bay hey hey hey
Shawrt-e-nigger can pray
For the rise of a swastika
Reflected in a sunless day.
Poetry by Firehawk
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Written on 2005-12-06 at 04:43
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