Davidian

Davidian

A Poem by Evilhappy
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I do not believe in you, beyond the flesh and bone, awaits my immortal throne, all this world is

ash and fallacies, you fall on knees to worship me, a false messiah, I despise the

ease with which I dominate your spiritualities, your bodies temples and I own the lease

with an iron grip on the leash, alligator tears fill a river, no denial, half life and half a trial

the grinding metal teeth, feed them your babies, until the stump foams with the entrails like the earth has gifted it rabies

insects in the meat particulates, springing forth and given birth, their lives are the meaning your sacrifices hide

I am the sword of union and unholy retribution falls with my decision to lay down the divide

I am the word of confusion and deathly distribution crawls through my incision whenever I decide

to cut a void in society, press a syringe to the vein and interject my opinion, you’d all better hold still and keep hope open wide!

 

We will post your heads atop the nicest parts of your downtown offices, turn storage freezers into sarcophagi

no horses herald the coming, an agent applied locally to our violence will prepare the area, they’ll be under waves after a thorough numbing

we will carve our kingdom from asphalt and concrete, no one can stop the foreseen before it is

Cyrus will not deny us, there is one cure to the sinful ways of thinking, treat individuality like a virus, join the cure and stand beside us

or be apart of a red sea when you see a whole army marching through your streets, upfield in boots with one goal, shaking the ground like we’re all wearing cleats, we’ll starve you out, believe we will besiege you so fast you’ll break by the time the bullhorn declares no one eats, secede defeat, you’re only programmable meat, spare the ammunition and we’ll only stamp you out in a shipment with our feet, to let the next settlement know they’ve been beat

now decry us, we condone violence, don’t leave us in silence, we’ll raise hell, kill your chosen, blow down your house and come back to burn you alive after you’ve been stuck outside, frostbitten and frozen, ask yourself if you want to bury the hatchet in your skull and wind up a missing person so no one knows then, tell yourself it’s for your own help if you listen when we talk and approach our sermon with your mind open.

© 2020 Evilhappy


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Evilhappy
Evilhappy

Waco, TX



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I'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..

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