The Horrors

butcher the paper, a ravenous pen
carving out trees and scoring skin
animals too placed in plastic cages
carted around these filthy pages
i will draw japan
i will draw japan
Spectres holding sceptres
with fingers thin
empty vessels asserting
"We are still king, we are still king"
black stuff running like nosebleed danger
swarming towards the sourse of the noise
i will draw japan
with fervent hands
Black cells have picked out a foreign land