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The Not Civil Cold War

Eternity of the Feud

We’ll go off and do our own thing. We don’t need you!
Monarchy is a menace. We don’t want a king
Or a queen to rule over us. We Declare War.
Virgin land we will conquer. Our will to explore
We inherited from you, and now it will bring
What we’ll call a new nation. The time has come due.

But we’ve taken you with us along with some things
To make us look inclusive and of open heart
As the ones used as tools by the sweat of their backs
Build the wealth of our nation that we may relax.
And because they’re not like us, we must say apart.
Is this not the behavior of rich queens and kings?

It has taken a short time for us to evolve
To the point where dissension among us is felt
With regard to ‘the other’ who must be maintained
As our psychic scapegoat. And it must be restrained
Lest the ice in our reddish blue blood starts to melt
Which becomes then a catastrophe to resolve.

Civil War is a coldness declared in duress
By the now needy nation whose face the world sees
As grotesqueness united in having no shame.
What is human about us cannot make us tame.
Our bone-chilling behavior does make the heart freeze.
It’s too cold to be hell. Can I feel any less?

Satanic Rapture

TheMagicRealist.com

With six hundred and sixty six sins on my soul
I am ripe for a rip roaring rapturous rage.
I’ve completed my mayhem. It culminates now.
The next coming of Satan is certain somehow.
We can now disavow the Aquarian Age
As complete devastation has become our goal.

Make me weak in the knees and float lighter than air
As it all becomes darkened through chaos and smoke.
Let the air reach a flashpoint much lower than earth
That our hate may deny any chance of rebirth.
Many folks create horror through dreams they invoke.
We believe they are nothing. In fact, we don’t care.

I’m a beast of this nature that now has a rash
That is acrid and prickly, and sensitive to
All the subconscious inhuman cries of our hearts.
Simply looking within is where true rapture starts.
That our souls are renewable is known by few.
And this world we’re concerned with, someday, will be ash.