Andrew Jackson Jihad Children Of God
In came the being born police to take the newely undeceased, I was the softened gaze upon a child of God.
And the sky was full of teeth, anticipating that sweet release.
I was the little engine that could, I was a courtroom bomb sniffing dog.
And the blood and the cannibals all sang "
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lang" They found a weird calling card in a puddle of body parts, inside a bowl of angel hearts that the children were eating.
I was a vampire hunter, I was a pregnant mother, I was the tears shed for the ones that die believing.
And the blood collector collected blood and the cannibals all sang "
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lang" Thunderdome, broken home, everybody dies alone, I wanna give a shout-out to the innocent bystanding.
And out of the corner of my eye, coming out from the teeth filled sky as red as a dog's asshole when you see it shitting, I saw the Children of God as they walked slovenly by.
The USB ports in their arms were bleeding.
And the blood collector collected blood and all the cannibals sang "
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lang."
