Valkiria Queen

He’s a tyrant balls licker
praising order and control
by contraptions crafting paranoia
the zealots breed their foes.

in these times of tacky charlatans...
preachers of tampered fears
they give meaning and glamour to your bigotry
and reason to your sneer.

Selling rusty cages,as holy fire
To helpless foolish minds
The Preposterous feeds the freaks,
The faithful ones he blinds..

A swelling past to swallow mornings
in the name of a sacred flattened earth
a sleepwalker plays the prophet
for the crowd of baffled serfs.

All the fraud he sees and condones
Is the fraud that he became
Just to settle for a crown of bananas
And a throne of lies in God’s name.

Existencial virgins are begging
Before the dwarf of subtraction
For a land of stillness assured,
Freed from rock and roll, fury and passion.

He made a fool of everyone,
Cause in fact,it was himself
who wrote all Beatles songs,
throwing the blame on poor Teddy's lap,
in his Frankfurtlesque fashion,
All this crazy shit just to hide the dream
to marry Elvis,
The King in secret,
beeing her sweet
Valkiria queen
dressed all in satin.