You Are Sleeping

Cold creatures of the Insect Planet invade our sacred 7-11’s. Drunken lecture groupies purr against pant legs of smug white business suits. Beware semen-slathered mirrors of the limp stagnant swine AKA cuddly prophet Pond Scum Jed. Come take a nice juicy bite of my regenerative soul. I collect the dreams of kings. Sing me your best zombie lullaby. Let your palmeranions riot in the streets. Every one of you has a self destruct button. Do you think your god is fucking stupid?