Valo Cleaning Up

No Comforts And Surprises.

I want to see all ships jets and rockets going down.

I want to see all the stupid pop stars dead and gone.

I want to see you and the entire race wiped out now.

I want to see Christmas trees burn up instantly slow.

I do even like to see the TV host teeth knocked out.

And a clean cut of all of the rappers dirty tongues.

The terrorist fascist and all of the rest of the sissies scum.

I put them in a sack and I drown them in lead and chalk.

Leave them in a pool of low life mobs never to be remembered.

I want to drown the whole world in all of my bloody tears.

Every single modern device and laptop burned into a crisp.

And you’re crippled youth in all their childish mocking fears.

I want to see your fashion catwalk ripped in thousand pieces.

Your culture and cultural institutions stripped to the bone.

Your dead dumb ideals buried at the bottom of your bloody fear.

Your dirty monetary and calculated values blown up in the air.

Raise your children on bribery egoism and plain stupidity.

It is your nasty culture sick wars and crimes and none of mine.