::01:02:08::

::: God and f*cking (what the president said) :::

the power of freedom sounds like a threat
the pharaoh of fascism makes me think of wars and subjugation
looking out I cannot see the sky
obscured by buildings and trees it was purple and wet
Katrina a day before the dry times
the power of freedom does not leave people to die
it does not cause nightmares
the international institute for strategic studies writes
this is a potent global recruitment pretext
like a shot off your head
twitching tall and erect it higher for all to see
nourishing sex and death for the president
his Christian nation forces occupation
flames rising higher with gasoline
we will kill you all!
two matches a hundred stories tall

there are screaming naked bomb blast children running from his mistakes

the power of freedom seems to want nothing but war
arms manufacturers and the hands they sheik
oil conglomeration
blah blah blah blammo
the power of freedom and the fertile gardens of liberty
fenced off to everybody but the illegal Mexicans
let them work construction
I could not see the sky clearly through their buildings
marvel of illegal immigration
as the earth quakes
the power of freedom doesn’t take them into consideration
the calling of our generation is to kill you
if you don’t play nice like the Mexicans
we war on little brown people
extremist Islamic dudes are crazy
God does not want death

we should not have to kill them to prove it.

Written by: ~ Trent Reker

::: The news from Priceline :::

narcissistic trainway brainwave
on the television end of receiving
sixteen fast images for you with every line of hunger
for the dogbite hairsoup of my emotional makeup
from the commercial edit room
how can we use his death for our gain?

shakeup emotions of a fan of crocodiles
she cries

she sent me astrology
the myth before science
and you tell me the quantum isn’t magic
for your lack of a dream journal
from your smack-down metaphor bling
as she plays the piano man like a love song from God to the ocean
swaying

the atomic bomb of the masses destroyed
Al-Qaeda and airplanes flying tragic anniversary
let’s have a party for the pipeline oil rig junkie lips
we call the president
blabbing mind control repetition in front of the fireman’s league
what makes him so dangerous is the number of people who believe
pop them all off with a tommy gun
you stupid blam blam blam
business is fun
when its kill kill kill
the good of the many will bow to the one

mister’s pox got nuthin’ on me

capitalistic trainwave brainway
flying high in the air
transmission complete

over the white noise din of a hundred thousand screaming corporate actor spokesmen
your voice is heard
his hands are bruised from wringing
and weak
silly burning bush
the fish is for Jesus
not a handshake

Written by: ~ Trent Reker