(no subject)
The crazy conspiracy-theorist wrapped his hands
cold and trembling with incessant fear
around the neck of the young virgin blonde
At this junction he had long since gone off the deep end
followed and harassed by the illuminated ones
he assembled an army of pale white skeletons
To fight his battles for him
No longer would they sneak in the bushes
no more would they chatter in their walkie's
no more black helicopters or red spies
Free at last his white army marches
across the frozen tundra
crossbow of bone and tendons
cold and trembling with incessant fear
around the neck of the young virgin blonde
At this junction he had long since gone off the deep end
followed and harassed by the illuminated ones
he assembled an army of pale white skeletons
To fight his battles for him
No longer would they sneak in the bushes
no more would they chatter in their walkie's
no more black helicopters or red spies
Free at last his white army marches
across the frozen tundra
crossbow of bone and tendons