Remember when
the beast
was still approaching?

All the hours,
all the days,
all the years
spent in preparation?

It’s called black boots,
baby, darling,
sugar pie, sweetheart,
& there’s not a damn thing
romantic
about them treading
on our necks.

I told you so
a thousand times
and more

about the New World Order
and all its
sold out
whores.