Hollow Land

God's vagina floats above, raining lightning and blood as
The martyrs of a chosen land rise to view.

Hookers, businessmen, failures, haters, dancers, jokers walk to
Payday Advance outlets as flowers shake with insect intrusions.

Omens without laughter slide down twisted faces and
Automobiles crash into losers.

Powerless before musics of hatred, love and greed
Disappear while children cry for compassion.
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Fearing the gigantic explosion of mucked sewers
And deadly fields of carrots and cows, I cover my face..

Bolts of cloth wrap pillars of golden pain as
God's potence orbits under a dark sky.