Traitor

From the spoken word album Puissance -1 by Big-Hired Assassin

i have electrical veins as i spit at the newspaper clippings
from our disillusioned houses of ridicule
i picture you sitting in the transformed halls of idiocy
w/ your heels slit from rusty razors which were dipped in chlorine
and then saturated in salt
this is my fantasy
maybe, you can sue me for inspiring horrid and atrocious thoughts
to enter into your psyche
therefore, you will not be held accountable for your actions
i will be responsible for your weak will
i will place you on my hate list and piss on your bedding
i will leave you a rose from my decaying garden
i will love you when you are beaten by the masses
i will help guide you to the fleshly curiosa
i will help you to find the underground tunnels that lead to zarathustra
you can decide for yourself which side to devour
there is no need for us to speak w/ arsenic tongues
or to bear metal on our defiant skin for the shrewdness
from apes, asses, peddlers and swine who live in the
reunification of villainous plutocracies
there is no need for us to wither in this putrid cesspool
w/ our eyes sown shut, our mouths silenced and our hands tied
waiting for the dogs to bite
there is no honor in silence
i refuse to be the maker…i refuse to be the man
nonetheless, our people are strong…now is the time
know your enemy
i saw you for the first time delivering a sermon
at a widely accredited university
i shook your hand firmly
i commented on your vast array of knowledge
i built you
now, i am the distributor of massive air raids
and redundant executions…tragic stories and history
believe me when i say that i understand anger
i am the arbitrator
i know my enemies

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