Candy Queen
You gather flocks of cotton candy sheep
Leading them to the altar
To be slaughtered
By your gracious condescending hand
Sickeningly Sweet
You pull the hopeless from the streets
I watch you burn through bodies
Grotesque figures writhing
In sync with your grotesque smiling
Rotting Teeth
Behind a filthy mask of lies
You set them up in perfect lines
To have them fall into the greedy mouths
That ignorantly swallow them down in daily doses
Sugar Teats
From which the masses suckle
Your honeyed words flow freely
And glutton ears drink them in
Your cyanide salvation cuts and maims the wickedly innocent
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