Orange above on the chemical dirt

Empty royal shells sucking blood
of the dream machine,
connected to the dark depts of a mass
of mixed up greedy sheep
too blue to understand
we have to life from sunshine
in our hearts, and the holy winds.
Set the Mother free
she is rotting in a cellar
underneath the Vatican perversion
tortured by a CIA agent
who is called Mohammed
with a very dull manipulated poem
of King David.

I have been giving the power to give
the giant a giant kick against his tense ass
if he is bold enough to show his face beyond his mask
for all to see
on international TV.