Oath V

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Oath V

Draft 1

By: Chase L. Currie

 

Thump in the base

                Of the skull

Rot and decay in the chest

                But all put aside

As they blind themselves with

                Foolish ideas of integrity

Tune into the Church of the Tube

                To get a pill of angst

Feel good, joy, blissful of hate at

                Those with retrograde ideas

Kick, scream, and kill them

                Show them the errors of

Their bitter souls

                They don’t understand

The New Words of the ol’ devils

                Lies twisted into antiquity tales

Changed the past, rule ‘morrow

                But those fools of retrograde hopes

Don’t see their tiny views

                The new Barons of the blessed modernized doctrine given to us

From the pure Devil Box rotting their hearts

                Have said the backward folks

Are the new foes of our time

                They are one step from

The camps where Death

                Plays poker with pajamas people

Waiting for an acid shower to clean the immorality of their speech

                And we the good-hearted souls

With stones to cast for their sin is greater than ours

                 Is the only way to smile with love

The good-hearted ghouls wink at you and me

                With their childlike smile behind those masks

Whispering the truth of the Baron’s worm

                Not authentic truth,

But your truth to feel better about your wicked joy

                My truth to keep me tied to my laughing lust of these eyes

As long as those truths fall in line with the

                The New Doctrine of the Pure Age

Coming from the little screens in our hands

                Burning into our minds

They no better

                They no what’s good

For they have the power

                Power you and I gave them

Now at the other end

                Of a Jack’s Knife

They’ll come marching with

                Troopers cloaked in a storm

For the nitwitted folks

                And they’ll move past my house

And they’ll move past your house

                After all, we painted the red and black above the door

Until they come a-knockin'

                For you and I are

Now those nitwitted souls whispering thoughts

                We’ll lower our heads

Strolling to the Black Wall among the Witch’s Mountains

                We’ll take our marks against the bricks, and I

                                The biggest fool of them all

           Will hold up a mirror for those who are pointing the barrel.