A Land Gone Black

the sound of gunfire rapes the virgin night... another innocent goes down.... the soldiers of petroleum buy a whore, a dime, a quarter. dine on the flesh of children; pray to the neon god. waving the flags of mouths that only speak with teeth. nothing holy that cant be bought.... step on bodies without faces, piss on the graves of babies.... winner take all, all is nothing! and the wind of the beast knocks at the blackened windows.... in the empty houses of the poor, the worthless, the forgotten. the sound of gunfire rips the stillness.... the gods of anger and self fornicate in the stench, keeping time to the rhythm of oil rigs in a land gone black!