Food for Fiends
Humans on platters,
Meat, jelly, tatters.
Hell feasts with glee
On glib blasphemy.
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Feeding the Devils
People? A dish.
Meat, jellied flesh.
Hell's filthy feed:
Babble and greed.
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The Devils' Feast
Humans? Entrée.
Meat on display.
Hell's choicest food:
Lies chewed and chewed.
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Devils' Diet
Humans? A plate.
Meat. Jellied fate.
Hell's daily feed:
Word-slime and greed.
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The Cart of Degenerates
Hog—the yoke,
Fool—the spoke.
Scum—and snaps
Truth's last straps.
One-way ride:
Death's inside.
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The Wagon of Degenerates
Swine—the bow,
Fool—the pin.
Filth—and gone
Truth within.
Off they roll,
Death their goal.
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The Cart of Fools
Pig—the brace,
Fool—the wheel.
Rot breaks all
Ties to real.
Final track:
No way back.
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The Cart of Degenerates
Swine—the frame.
Fool—the wheel.
Scum cuts loose
Truth that's real.
One-way course:
Death by force.
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The Cart of Degenerates
Swine—the shaft.
Fool—the wheel.
Scum severs
Truth made real.
One last track,
No coming back.
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Walking Guppies
A guppy—
Goes mushy,
When memory dies.
Nonsense will rise,
The Spirit's faint trace,
Crushed by the Beast's press.
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Walking Guppies
Little guppy,
Flattened, sloppy,
Memory gone—
Madness lives on.
Spirit's light fades;
Beasts rule the waves.
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Walking Guppies
Tiny guppy,
Turns to pulp,
Memory lost,
Reason is crushed.
Spirit's a ghost,
Beasts rule the host.
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Walking Guppies
Guppy fish—
Turned to mush.
Memory's dead,
Nonsense is fed.
Spirit's but thread,
Beasts rule instead.
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Walking Guppies
Guppy—
All pulpy,
Memory gone.
Madness lives on.
Spirit's a spark,
Beasts rule the dark.
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A Line of Bastards
Lenin—lecher.
Stalin—master.
Khrushchev—bluster.
Leonid—stench.
Misha—swine.
Boris—bane.
Putler—freezes
Blood... yet lingers.
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A Parade of Bastards
Lenin—prick.
Stalin—czar.
Khrushchev—fraud.
Leonid—rot.
Misha—hog.
Boris—grief.
Putler chills
Blood beneath.
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A Chain of Bastards
Lenin—sham.
Stalin—lord.
Khrushchev—void.
Leonid—stench.
Misha—boar.
Boris—woe.
Putler makes
Cold blood flow.
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The Bastards' Line
Lenin—liar.
Stalin—sire.
Khrushchev—dust.
Leonid—rust.
Misha—hog.
Boris—blight.
Putler freezes
Blood outright.
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A Line of Bastards
Lenin—leech.
Stalin—tsar.
Khrushchev—fraud.
Leonid—rot.
Misha—swine.
Boris—woe.
Putler chills
Blood... won't go.
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A Line of Bastards
Lenin—leech.
Stalin—tsar.
Khrushchev—fraud.
Leonid—rot.
Misha—swine.
Boris—woe.
Putler chills
Blood—still won't go.
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Skin rules mind—
The world's gone blind.
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When flesh kills thought,
The world's undone.
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Flesh over brain—
The world's insane.
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Hide fools the mind;
Chaos follows blind.
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Flesh rules mind—
The world's gone blind.
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Flesh kills mind—
The world's gone blind.
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Bliss is part of growing blind.
Generations chase "Now-Bliss",
Finding only filth and slime—
Beasts drag fools to Hell's abyss.
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Bliss belongs to clouded minds.
Ages seek the thrill of "now";
Finding only rot they find—
Beasts to Hell make fools all bow.
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Bliss is born of dulled-out thought.
Every age seeks instant cheer;
Only foulness can be caught—
Beasts drive fools to Hell from here.
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Bliss is folly's dearest prize.
Generations hunt delight;
Only vileness meets their eyes—
Beasts lead fools into the night.
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Bliss is born of numbed-out minds.
Generations chase "Now-Bliss";
Only filth is what they find—
Beasts lead fools to Hell's abyss.
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