Political

Cut the joy, 
From the cold lips, 
Of those who preach, 
Of things long tainted, 
Of old wives tales, 
And the like, 
Slice the Tears away, 
From their faces, 
As they reap, 
For a leader, 
Malicious in his ways, 
Is dead. 
Let them die, 
In their souls, 
So they shed their tarnished skins, 
To make space, 
For elaborately, 
Elegant, 
And holy patterns, 
That all may enjoy, 
Under the God, 
That we ALL love, 
Our one true savior, 
Humanities hope, 
When all is lost, 
In the depths of our unconscious thoughts.

Cut Throat