I was not born a pyromaniac.
Just as de Beauvoir asked, "Must We Burn Sade?"
ugly as that question after the purge
systematic, our monomaniac
trumpery has overstayed his welcome,
Warts and all exits The White House for good,
at last, we all breathe a sigh of...well played,
no one remembers, we were on the verge,
to say otherwise is simply evil,
touching how we embrace the wooden rood,
« on ne naît pas feu : on le devient. »
Set aside your prejudice against French,
évidemment, „Säuberung“ combien
to set the world aflame, toss in a bench,
the books burn and I become the Devil.
how could she forget the Nazis, the war,
evidently, she was fire in the bed.
Wonders never cease, I watch the world burn,
holy, holy, holy, Lord, God of power
or delight of the might humans convey
lightly on the Almighty, I am red,
envious of His omnipotence, learn!
Witches burn at the stake, but just women
open to suggestion, if I survey
righteousness versus deviance, the lies
leveled against a man in court, my case
decided by angels, guardian spies
obsequious to eternal disgrace,
noble imagination forgiven.
Forgive me but I know not what I've done,
in childhood, I played with fire, the beating
received by my father at eleven
egged me on to hate the world, everyone.
Insane they made their son, their behavior
sons divided, I went to a meeting...
To open the bottle, throw a seven,
how I learned about alcoholism,
arguably, my dad was no savior,
to me, my brother remains in denial.
To burn the whole wide world is my one goal,
of course, each person's family is a trial,
of course, I failed and now I'm on the dole.
Maybe God does exist, the racism
unveiled in the 70s, the 80s
crushed me like a cockroach, humble, humble,
humble, beaten by God the Father, Lord,
to ask for mercy for this life, ladies
of the jury and gentlemen, I beg...
Ascertain for yourself, I mumble
stumble, take a tumble, I am so bored,
kiss the cruel world goodbye, I light a match.
Abject poverty, stinking of raw egg.
Burdened by religion, Catholic faith,
of course, indoctrination is the key,
order over chaos, I am the wraith
killing humanity for anarchy,
order is not justice, just pull the latch
for truth to stand before Pontius Pilate.
Enigmatic Jesus, cross with Abba,
save me the sanctimonious, smug smile,
since I was a child, I was born too late,
as the years passed, my troubles made me dumb,
yes, I played with fire, stole, gabba, gabba,
say, I watched Nazis burn books all the while.
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