static on my television tells stories to me while
blood churns behind the eyes of all the soldiers who now
teach children how nothing is real
except from the static on your television

Dust flows upwards over each side of a sandal;
stepping forward to cross a barren desert, my heart pounds;
she looks to me, but quickly turns away.

I sit alone in my cell
Trying to write, I find only gibberish
In my quiet voice, vindictive tones illuminate sweet words
I hate all that I encounter

Reaching out to all of humanity, I seek companions.
 All my brothers and sisters turn in the same instant
  the same direction
   the same manner
    the same dismayed expression in their hearts
     the same death

Romp
Fire
 rising from the corpses
 through the smokestacks
 to the sky our dreams reach, finally, to die
Stomp
 all the hero's hearts below
Stomp
 everyone supports us now
Stomp
 only the powerful survive
Stomp
 such display for such a god
Crumble
 for another just like you
 who crumbles
 for more, just like you.

jesus loves the rich
jesus loves starvation
jesus loves a war
jesus loves lies
god is on your side

2/8/2003/7:35PM