you think

you are

so high

and mighty

untouchable

a man on the moon

allow me

to introduce you

to my

bad ass

baboon

i run

a cemetery

from the black lagoon

we dig graves

29 by high noon

no caskets

are needed

just an opening

in an empty room

our nails are dirty

our brows

sweaty

our hands

are rough

and ready

tough and steady

rest in peace

is not

necessary

a piece of rest

in a plot

an estuary

riddled with lots

of twists

and turns

far from simple

are our plans

mortuary madness

the thunder clan

we have come

to expose

the temple

of evil men

lightning rose

by any other name

nailed to a cross

shielded from shame

now who's the boss

that you claim

in you go

time to close

fire up

the flames

sweet is the soul

who remembers

the lame

the blind

and meek

the deaf

who peek

the starving

who seek

a strip

of meat

gather

we must

for the feast

too long

it has been

since we were

last seen

never again

what should have been

open your hearts

let us in

bothers from afar

we are

your kin

to be sure

we left

a mark

upon your skin

look closely now

the great awakening