On a sunny August day, much like any other day,
soaring overhead America the Brave’s
a tiny little airplane called Enola Gay
performed both its first and final air raid.
It dropped a bomb called Little Boy
that killed ten thousand little boys in a flash
and in time killed a quarter million more.
Then my teacher taught me they flew to Nagasaki
to show those nameless Japanese what for.
To this day we justify the use of weapons that vaporised
a hundred thousand innocents in the blink of an eye.

This is how we know
those guns aren’t just for show.

This machine is flesh and blood and bones
so break the bones and rip the flesh
and spill the blood they stole,
smash their crowns and let the heads roll!

Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

On a sunny August day, much like any other day,
in the just nation America the Brave
the FBI got the green light to shoot on sight.
They’d killed Weaver’s son and then they killed his wife.
Then that sniper showed up next in Waco, Texas
to shoot another crazy fuck named David Koresh.
His followers all died in the ensuing blaze,
only some of the children managed to escape.
It was just another day for Timothy McVeigh
when he lit that fuse and blew more innocents away.

He couldn’t let it go,
he wanted them to know.

This machine is flesh and blood and bones
so break the bones and rip the flesh
and spill the blood they stole,
smash their crowns and let the heads roll!

Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Oklahoma!
Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

I will send my fear before thee,
and will destroy all the people to whom thou shalt come,
and I will make all thine enemies turn their backs onto thee.

(via patronsaintofbridgeburners)

They’ll say that I went peacefully,
that my heart just simply stopped beating,
but the reality is we all die
crying and kicking and screaming

patronsaintofbridgeburners:

Bo Peep Do Ti do the Hale Bopp. We rented out a mansion down in Rancho, Santa Fe, and we waited for the ship to come and take us all away so that we could advance to a transhuman state and look down upon this poisoned earth from heaven’s gate. “We do in all honesty hate this world” we chanted as the comet hurled. Black pants, shirts, athletic shoes, a five and three quarters for the toll. We’ll find another mansion at our empyrean destination, and all have flyer forms of flying transportation that will take us all across the sea of stars; far, far as far can be. A better place awaits in heaven’s gate.