A Kind Murder

Dethrone the famous scarlet gnomes, they're marching
To the beat and bones of rabbit's feet so bloody with a
Sorrow. Drink a thirst of Lucy's water spilled into my
Sacred wine, it whispers marrow in my mind, it's a
Slaughter and I'm frightened of tomorrow.

Don't writhe beneath my savage darling, my garden
And my beauty charming your sweet highness, her
Hymen taints the soul of our blood diamonds.

It's the white man's kindness.

Destined for a chance to fall into the hollow fields
And corn, the scarecrow's laughing at the cold and
I'm ravaged, sickened by the vermin virus.
Coughing through the early light, the shadows trick
My mind and might into a dawn blackened with a
Blind man's moldy carrots.

The Parrots mock in kindness.

Oh kingdoms crumble, rape and roam, they reap
Satanic yields and sow the rusted engine of our lush
Survival. Derived from scripture, blood and bones,
scarlet stones and rabbit holes hunted for our luckless
And perverse revival.

But shyness scars the Devil's molds, his flesh
That sires what liar's loathe, the slyness of dear
Manson's righteous mindless.

And the mad men wail out in kindness.

We're destined to the axe of oath, the head's the gambling
Joker's roll, they're moaning for a slaughterhouse
Redemption! It's history's dementia...

So lose your mind into the throngs of feasts and vomit
Of nature's tears, her crying of her crimson years, she's
Wasted, she won't drag us any further.

It's the kindness of a murder.