The Devil wears a new dress with gray Feet of Clay. Sucking worship and spirit out of the gaping mouths of indifferent devotees. Surprised gasps and hushed shrieks of my mother and her mother’s mother’s chubby cheeks. To dance with the devil in the evening of ideological reconciliation after wishing you had broken bread with those you never got to love fully. To hate and spite my fate, sometimes it turns me on to make the devil feel gay. Patiently wait for heavens gates. Eurocentric-false prophet dominates. Inferno rains down on today's primates. Please mate, with my body after I can't tolerate the useless weapons and tools of this make-less place or relocate to another date where I can no longer see the ashes of my father's utilitarian mandates. Please see my fate, worship my taste, I can't argue my case if not for the sheik red lace on the devil's drape. The devil takes, the devil makes, and does what he desires. Rape and pillage indigenous village. Pains surmount, weary and dwindling on the dirt routes, sir’s mount and ride with heinous pride. What she desires is far higher than religious liars or biblical buyers. Gunfire, white tires, fornicating automated wires, red fire, devour shire, goodbye her, desire, desire, desire, make my desire go higher. Vices and intoxication on this night's “tonight” to see you naked I just might. Jaded and wasted I feel myself faking, land of forsaken and invaded I feel hated, sacred and vacant I am absolutely faded, awakened, created, dictated, and degraded. The devil yells from the other side of the room and I'm scared to look too soon. Only I realize to remain alive I only need to see the moon.
