Reign over me.
Emperor greed-fiend
whose name is engraved on the bullets.
Worms
crawl to him for assurances
that
we’re all beautiful and divine.
Hail to the god, the devil, and the defiler
too.
Reign over me. Strike up the angelic chorus.
Harking
on trumpets made of victims to a holy war.
Buying
up the world
while the poor eat
the morphine
in
the pudding
so the
children won’t
remember
what has been
committed
in their names.
Rain fires. Reign people.
Popes,
kings, and presidents.
Lunatics,
tramps, and sinners.
Give of yourself for yourself!
Take
what you want
and
kill whomever gets in the way.
A whole land of worms
praying to be butterflies someday.
Reign future,
reign bullets,
reign fires
Reign over me, oh, sweet American dream.
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