Chicken-leg nightmares whirl, divide and form: Meaningless global conflict now the norm. Baba Yaga opens her bloody maw As cold wars, late frozen, begin to thaw.
Mussorgsky weeps at the great gate of Kyiv Because your sick overlords love to give Your taxes away, as they ruin farms, To NATO’s minions in billions in arms.
The war-pigs won’t end it. No sabbath rest For the scheming bureaucrats of the West: Efficiently fascist Pentagon whores Enriching themselves as they plan their wars . . . Ozzy called it, back in the seventies Exposing the warmonger enemies. Propping up puppets; it’s always the same. Fake media tell you who you should blame: Another Hitler. How convenient. They hope you all stay pliable, lenient Like good meek zombies and brainwashed sheeple, Nodding off at work, temple, and steeple… But Modest had already glimpsed the gate And wept in his vodka over her fate. Treaties and armies: excuses to march Through the looming orifice of that arch Violating sacred trust. What a show— Rubble and bloodstained bodies in the snow.
Call upon God to vanquish their power. Babylon’s judgement arrives in one hour By atom bomb, E.M.P—from the Lord. Drop what you’re doing and take up His word.
Baba Yaga screeches her foul refrain; Mussorgsky’s pictures light up in your brain: Antichrist militarists are the cause Of the conflict. But heaven has its laws.