The Crusade




Elitism of the cross over, lacuna all around us
Sleep as occupation, shift and work system
Reality deferred, numb zombie living 
The news is a replayed recurrent farce
They all know themselves, They are the same 
Cross over, marijuana to the admin and -
See, that life is one stupid game
Humanity never existed 
There's them and there are struggling artistes for a while,
Reality layering, reality implanting, hardening 
Leave the city!,  leave the city !!
Christianity is the religion of capitalism
With it's death, will capitalism end
Earthquake in Myanmar as punishment for spreading 
peace and the alter.
Over two thousand death for the plummet of the stock market
I am the vector expedient mens and sluggers 
The work ethos and capitalist waste of human life
Hurtled by Jesus, sweetened by demons
is a lie
There was so much life reading under a mango tree in benue
Than making cancer, high blood pressure money, Babylon game 
To live this christian lie is to fall into hell
You become a fire, burning pillaging through everything
Never planting never harnessing - with sex 
Amping away the peace of mind that subject to slavery 
Your shoulder dislocate because you are swimming up, read them sutra
Never work for anybody Earn your money yourself
Transcend the spiritual barrelled crab 
To see ahead of your people and suffer 
the brunt of ignorance for their freedom
That is the true crusade.