Rampant Bitching Of So Much Punity

Swing the sweet bells of sorrow for as the lords of shadows come a-marching
Onwards to Golgotha and back again these ravaging war hymns they came in lustful whores
Feigning stupidity these men of the cloth they bow down and prostrated before the Almighty
With daggers and poison vials hidden in pockets, ready to pounce upon each other for Gold but not God!

So maybe I am so guilty of letting sleeping dogs lie, on bitches and their masters like so much black meth
In Masses and conjurations of Gods and Demons, alike in each falseness but so far didn't make flesh
So storming but not wettting their puny dead chants, alighting like Mercury and Jupiter in retrograde
But never too sure of themselves, they still keep on dancing so sunny on Humanity, queer in their Lords!

And each of these hands they then open to strike up a fantasy, but never too proud to say they are doomed
For whatever blame-cherish they'd spit on each other, they'd never so truthful be in contact with the light
For as the dawning of fresh twilights they'd still sleep on fake ends, resolving nothing but tears of much ignorance
And then they'd wake up so weak and so weary, to storm their state capitol agan with much blasphemy!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011