I’m the Moolah of addiction
pushing proceeds of affliction
demand for my brand of self-infliction
at an all-time high
the division of humanity
a principal condition
of this nuclear religion
in a split-hair decision
the jury fully bribed
rendered its conviction
and the mandatory incision
was surgically applied
it’s in the books—
the balance of power
my side of the ledger—
fatter than yours
Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers . . .
I’m a natural born demon
don’t tax your brain
you’ll never be able to demonetize me
shame, shame, shame; I pull the trigger
you’re a stiff on sale at my target range
rigor mortis with a baseball bat
I’m the guy running ‘round in a baseball cap
ready to cap your pathetic ass
I’m the best kind of evil since Evil Knievel
but the best is yet to come
we’ll charge ’em all with words
then commence to hurling stones
run right through their heathen ranks
assault their flanks
with spears, arrows, and bows
it’s far too slow, though, to reach a conclusion
soil soaked in blood—just half the solution
the war’s not won; it’s an empty illusion
got to incinerate their entire delusion
prime the cannons; rain hell from the sky
that’s how the other guy
will balance the equation
fuel the machines of brut devastation
kill each other without hesitation
flip the switch of annihilation
sip the Kool Aid; it’ll soften the blow
and, that’s the end of my proclamation
I’ve been around since before creation
banking on a race seeking domination
I’m the sole beneficiary of its mutual cremation.
