This is the KillKill

Stand up Stand down Hold hands with those who have fallen   Wearing Goat Cloaks Proudly In the age of lightspeed communication   An almost infinite fountain Of information Is available   So the infantile Ignorance Stabilized The fundamental ferver Faithfully Against the Will of all Life on Planet Earth Thank God   Now, any unwillingness To be good little baby boys Or girls   Just consumers Of toxic garbage Material or spiritual   Our nature Is nature And We are Necromantic connesuers Indulging in the wake of what rots Living alive burning together   As We cook under the Sun We eat starving no more in blood frenzy   When the world gets weird it gets dark in stark indifference   Reflecting the cannibalistic virtue Of flesh imprinted with one electro chemical urge       It is now a choice And suppose I suppose It's typical To allow An overlord to dictate For us? Nope  Not me Maybe you know what's best But not I I suppose its easier For you to just stand there In line waiting Always looking around Needing Or wanting Inside some mansion, maybe? Those nice shiny toys Aren't yours Those jewles You will always see from outside And know That no A blind obedience Will certainly be rewarded Not with material blessings, however Have faith