Snake Oil

Dancing with the devil
razor’s edge
rabid eyes
fires rage
slobbering
desperate desire
promises made
acquiesced 
time to conquer
time to rape
lands
life
animals
lips revel
nattered teeth
bleached
blanked
yanked
garish delight
torture many
for your sickness
sated only 
with death of your enemies
slaughtered by Captain Taint.
Whispers upon the wind
change is coming
death is nigh
not for common man
head down
blown 
beaten
upon golden dais
god like reign
blasphemous
thunder roars
lightening strikes
desperation coils
stench in air
done for
run and hide
time has come
for new tides.
 
©Sept. 14/20
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