When the wheels of Heaven stop turning and there's no more room in Hell where are we gonna find ourselves? Clamoring for food, siphoning gasoline from our lovers, and repenting on behalf of our trusted leaders?
And who elected those evils who have sucked us dry of our American Dreams? And how do those motherfuckers sleep at night knowing they stood at the edge of the crusting cliff and tossed our dreams into the abyss.
Our servants have massacred Jesus over and over again using us as nails and our dreams as the cross on which he lies dying over and over again for the sins of our servants.
And they say, "Save your servants" and choose who will lead us into darkness. Either your part of the solution or your part of the problem. Being a part of the solution is becoming part of the problem.
Communists? Socialists? Labels of who cares what you are when all you are is dust that I have trampled underfoot. You lead us to damnation, while speaking of salvation.
"I've seen the future brother, it is murder." **
What are we gonna do when there's no one left to torture? Where are we gonna go when we have spread democracy and christianity like cancer to the bone, over every body on this planet?
The Unites States of America has never been so divided. The blizzard is coming and it is up to you to rebel, riot and revoke.
How many more pieces of soldiers need be returned in pinewood boxes while you lobby your position? How many more familes should be brought to starvation while you plan your next election?
How many children are you wiling to watch die before you cry uncle?
Repent my servants! The American Dream is dead and you killed it.
** Leonard Cohen line.