Halley's Comet

(Explicit)

I am sick of funerals, 
I am sick of fear, 
I am sick of death, 
I fucking hate it here. 

I am sick of bodies, 
I am sick of blood, 
I am sick of lies, 
Oh how I miss the sun! 

I am sick of grifters, 
I am sick of graft,
I am sick of sinners,
Who pat themselves upon the back. 

I am sick of men, 
Who really act like boys,
I am sick of Latte Liberals, 
Who treat the truth like it’s a toy. 

I’m so sick I could vomit, 
I really might throw up, 
The things that pass for knowledge,
Are oh so fucking dumb. 

Get me out of here, 
This world where men are beasts, 
Take me far away, 
From the men who hate their peace. 

My stomach needs a tonic,
To keep from turning round, 
Once more like Halley’s Comet,
Darker times are now inbound. 

Twenty-twenty five,
Count out now twenty more, 
To twenty-forty five, 
Can you see the wretched gore? 

The die has now been cast, 
The bets have all been placed, 
So to repeat the past,
Has now become our fate. 

Chamberlains and Churchills, 
It’s now our choice to choose, 
And if we get it wrong, 
It’s a lot of life to lose. 

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This piece was written in memory of Tiger Bech, and all those whose lives were so cruelly taken away by the Dream Thieves of Molech.

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In dark times like these, we need to spread our light more than ever before. So, as always,

Spread Love, Spread Light,

Am Yisrael Chai