Evil wants to come into my home.
It wants my children.
It wants my grandchildren.
It wants my friends
It is fed by acts of violence
By lies and deceit
It gives names to murderers
Retells a thousand tales of terror
And we bow to the idol unwittingly
And WE are its life blood
Swept away like sheep
We ride the wave of rage
And tear each other apart
We have become
The bearers of infamie's children
And give to the idol
Our most precious treasure
(Commentary on the "news"media, and its symbiotic disfunction with its viewers)
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