DOOM WAGON

floating through the valley

down unto the sea

fast along the waters edge

into the magic glade

out the other side, sideways

comes my unicorn friend

a friend i call Glen

 

through the mudded yards of once occupied homes

roll the wagons of doom

my dogs of war shall soon find salvation

for god he shall prevail and overshadow them with his evil presence

take from me my warm yet putrid blood you jackal from above

for i no longer need it my soul feeds on hate

we watch as god slowly takes Jenkins life with a land mine

 

today is someone's birthday

today is someone's deathday

today a small child got spanked

as well as a rich CEO by a German woman named Greta

someone got payed today

some will pay today for what he did yesterday

time will mean something to someone

time will mean nothing at all to the person beside him

someone will call someone and be hung up on

before finishing their sentence

someone will send their food back because it is cold

it will be returned with the chef's spit in it