This is dedicated. . .this is dedicated
This is dedicated to the politics who put God in a box
Called it religion in a vision of a universal hollocaust
The cross; We still crucify the ones who will not be coaxed
By mind control, the truth is out there as an elaborate hoax
They ghostwrote the Bible, and then let humanity sign
The small-printed noose just below the dotted line
So I jotted in fine lettering in case this was my fate
And now my bloodcells are in every coke and pepsi case
Sell your soul to the hell portal just to have a voice
And the next carcass the reaper harvests is your choice
They tried to put a limit on poetry - no "live and let die"
But my prose flows like the River Styx drip-dries
Follow the Apollos that lit skies, torching the clouds
Forcing outloud the silence of a disensitized crowd
The mass of flesh; The past destests
This is dedicated to the chosen few, fuck the rest
Cause this is a rare tribute that doesn't read 'rest in peace'
This is dedicated. . .