Shanghai Baby

Cyclical

Like clockwork, the system begins to fail.
The Holy Roman Empire.
Empire for our modern hearts.
Imperialists, extortionists,
The world’s biggest lying mouths,
Overflowing with deception and love of power.
But then, the horror of realization overcomes.
Entrapment.
Like clockwork, the system fails.
Again
and again
and again.
And the lying mouths don’t understand.
Failure over and over.
The cyclical failing process.
Eventual saturation.
The empire finally bursts,
And the remains lie scattered across the land.
The vile and hideous lies and ideas drip with black hate, like boiling tar.
After the smoke clears, the sun lends a hand.
A hand of hope for the aftermath.
Like clockwork, the system begins again.

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Sorry God, I'm spoken for.

Sorry God, I'm spoken for.
Go look in the classifieds,
someone's always needing more.
Go look in the churches,
imprison open minds.
Go look in the television,
they won't be hard to find.
"We simply need a savior."
"And that you'll get from me."
"My troubles need a favor."
"Of that we'll have to see."
Go look in the classrooms,
the textbooks filled with bias.
Go look in the White House,
it's never been as obvious.

better off dead

Another one goes down the drain.
Marilyn Monroe watches from the corner
exchanging grievances with:
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"What a shame. He had so much coming."
They're almost glad.
Calm with that plastic grin.
"He'll be back."
They'll see him first.

kings, pawns

I think with the Kingdom in mind.
I wash my hands to get rid of the stains.
You say you've caught me red-handed,
but it is gloves I wear, after all.
The dagger that's stuck in my assistant's back
was put there by his own will.
I can't tell you how hard I laughed
when I heard him say:
I die with the Kingdom in mind.

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