Fire

Fire, fire, fire. Fire at the witless brute.

He mocks the narrative to which we’re so attached and questions our absolute truth.

For that, we wish to steal his loot.

Fire, fire, fire. Set fire to their homes and churches.

Cast our hateful judgment down from our fake, flimsy, marble perches.

Their god we’d gladly devour, for their lives surely matter less than ours.

Fire, fire, fire. Don’t mind the innocent bystander.

His grave will be honored, and his legacy will be all the grander.

Fire, fire, fire. Humanity succumbs to the corporation’s greed.

With unquenchable appetites and blood-soaked fangs, they pillage and plunder, and continue to feed.

Fire, fire, fire. Let the lot of them burn.

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