Fire 4 U

First Posted: 04/19/08
Posted by: Ahkenaton

Cruising the hood
In your sparsely marked car
Guns tucked away
What is it, some kind of a war?
Under the covers that grin on your face
You own the night
Is that right?
Foot soldier for the man
You're an expendable piece
Of some scumbag's awry game plan

A flick of a scaled wrist
Power in a name
Hot in your ride bus boy
Here comes your flame
The doors won't open
Powerless to flee
Burn baby burn
Exquisite be
Your gifted agony

Where's the emblem?
The barking glock?
That touted line?
Burn baby burn
Who's got your back, now?
No records to look up
Can't invent another whitewash story
Inform Joe effin public
It's some sort of a mystery

Burn baby burn
Can't twist
Can't turn
Shifting and flaring like an ancient river
Burn baby burn
Your destroyer has just one, just one, just one
Daemonic master

Tar on the sun
Tar on the moon
They won't find enough of your carcasses 
To fill a fucking spoon

And in remembrance
A solemn march
A tear
A few
A lot
Here and there
The usual useless prayer
And inside all that
Your distress didn't even end there

There's a snake waiting for you
It's not an if

Abyssus abyssum invocat

Fire 4 U © 2008 Ahkenaton  

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