Posted by
dovehawk on Saturday, October 21, 2006 4:14:38 PM
VULTURE WAITING
Come all you babes!
The vulture awaits.
Be born, be born,
Attend your dates
With carrion birds
Who will pick your skin.
Start first with eyes.
You're blind! Now begin!
'See' what they show you,
And only that.
Beat your small brains
Down on your mat.
Over and over,
Beat your brains down.
Think nothing else,
Just scripted sounds.
Allah gave you this:
An open mind.
The vultures will steal it.
They enslave your kind.
The young, the new,
The fresh, the sweet.
They pickle your will.
They select the street
You'll walk along
For all your days.
You'll do their work
In all their ways
'Til you think it's you
Who selected the ways.
You'll kill the life
That Allah creates.
Destroy it, now,
Little robots, small slaves.
You've been handed the Hates.
Now you have dates
Of your own to set
To pluck out the eyes,
The minds, the hearts,
The essence of life
Of the babes you get
To turn into slaves,
Who drool and lust
After dirty blood
Cut from throats, you must!
To play in like mud.
Not mud pies, though,
Like normal kids.
Blood pies, yo'!
Filled with germs,
Germs galore!
The history you give,
Only carnage and gore,
Along with vampires,
A pecked up ghoul,
YOU, who were met
By vultures at school.
Waltzing with human
Meat chunks. You fool!!!