The Inside Devil

 With two horns on the capitol
there are traitors who cast trent lots to see
how fast the house of cards will combust.
These fallen who star in shadow government
plots directed by cartels off shore where
tsunamis are scripted to modify markets
with incurable floods. There is a city inflated
on the backs of slaves where the mall
is filled with elephant asses who sip tea
and party on the sweat of proletariat dreams.
Ill legitimate Nazi offspring with confidential
accounts sitting in lobbies pulling
serpent strings turning corporations
into living beings and humans into
strawmen making Japetto jealous
of their collective Gargamel powers
as they proceed faithfully along
the fire and brimstone parade. Fade to
collapse of morality effortlessly
achieved by founding fathers
of rebellion against eternity,
focused on NASA descent of
bloodless coup d'etat transfer
of righteousness for Mammon.
This is the mason fearing godless
country destined for self immolation
mutating daily into the swamp thing
that it came to be to rot complete.
There are six hundred sixty six feet
of Satan's penis planted square
between Virgin(ia) Mary(land)'s legs.
The altar of Baphomet resurrected
at Langley with five points centering
the senses to the heart of death worship.
Everything is hidden in plain sight
but American dreams has many
sleepwalking towards their own guillotine
nightmare awakening to the finality
of the paradise fallen; the inevitable
uprooting of tares to rid of Satan's
inside presence on the planet
and ultimately proclaim with certainty
sic semper evello mortem tyrannis.