Children,
Kneel down before thou God of sleep
Clasp thy hands in rabid prayer
It is the time of your sedation;
Numbing of the immense pain,
Anesthetizing thou daunted spirit,
The shock and awing of living’s death,
The riveting slope of derision in your eyes,
The breach of thou spirit of all things beautiful.
The horror of this; our warring days, our wedding
To the age of capricious carnage,
Is thou need for our coveting.
Surely you,
Of all God’s creatures, understand,
Surely you
See the sweet hope in this; our deadening.
Come, children! Kneel and accept our pain!
Recognize our sting! Murder our very throbbing!
Risperidone and Olanzapine!Risperidone and Olanzapine!
Risperidone and Olanzapine!
Risperidone and Olanzapine!
Be your mantra as high priest of our employ!
Kneel now upon thou black box of sovereignty
Clasping thy hands in fanatical prayer;
Supplicating of our never ending habit,
A numbing of our pain upon thy suffering soul!
Rise now! Go!
Enter the warring world as spectator and proprietor!
Enter her and march forward with your script
Of the rising hegemony and new Rome!
Mount up! Go!
Preach thy deadened words of nationalism
Abroad and at home,
The US is great,
The US I love,
Now I thank it for our drug
Amen.
Copyright © 2006 mrp
Inspired by fuzzy and blue
Salon Feature- Picture above found there + a good article
