I transcend from vatican
To a place where snow caves in
Ain't no sunshine around my town
Just cold souls bucking like horses
Giving birth to the devil
Words appear in midair
Light as a whisper
Women lay on their backs
And get dirt in their hair
Men drive their fancy cars
And carry their diamond
Studded bitches around
The necks of the devils
The necks of themselves
Peace from the east
Gets murdered in the west
The slain bodies
Cover potholes while
Water bugs lay & rest
Maggots nest on the rotten flesh
Giving fresh eggs of forbidden death
Flies swarm the young
Hardly talking
Hardly walking
Amongst these filthy humans
Out came the flies
They ate on shit left
By bitches & praise
Well smitten
Like vampires
The biting
Were once
Never bitten
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