It is the exposure of the capitalistic heart, and the imperialistic
mind,
that has me fine with the destruction of its total
system.
Fill up the clip for my gun and place its barrel in its
rectum.
The revolutionary trigger is pulled, and at best there’s a
mess,
For its original insides will no longer exist
No longer
resist,
The strong temptation to fin a deep dug black hole like a
rabbit confined.
Hide in it like a snake on decline
From the
troops on their fast paced way to demolish your lines
Class struggle
with submission to time.
Off the break when admitting the
crime?
Hell no!
I’ve committed the mind, and have purchased a nine
for your conviction.
No Petition.
You are found guilty and will
visit a mortician.
Get out the kitchen.
The people have spoke and
for this is their mission.
Death to the oppressor and all its ways of
oppression.
