What Such High Houses
Here it is,
a cursed blacklight
over semen stained colossal,
chapter after chapter of sick and filth
one way or another
vile seed spread from sea to shining sea.
We can no longer hide it
and God, we have tried it.
God left these folk long ago
yet
their hands stay pressed
a life of sin defined for you, not them.
These are the Godless good ol' boys
red, white, blue bleeders
with such high houses.
They cannot hear you from the apotheosis.
They believe they have made it so far.