****Government Relative****
The fall of the Hyperion is due
The world no longer revolves on its axis
Away from the wind the flag flies
To the chords of your harp
Nor the drums of lies
Does the heart throb
The farmer has sown
No ROTTEN SEED this time
His barns are already empty
And from hunger his weaned offspring whine
Tomorrow is a day
Another
Not like today
Or any other
The jailbird is about to sing
The liberation song
With kisses that sting
From the blood on the priests' hand
Of the red and sore lips from the feast
Potties sagging stuffed with human sweat
Your sic whimsical invisible and "invincible" hand
To this gospel we deafen
The eagle's eye has seen sheer folly
The pedophilic words, subtle hisses and venomous bites
Our nerve you have touched
Your highway to hell we have decorated
The calm beast is weighed
With burning rage inside
Steal wings and fly if you think you can
Run, hide, but this trump call
This thunder, like Jericho will make you fall
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