Kanye West





the sky is their pet



and the gods lose change



as the powers that be fall



like the weather to loose change



doesn’t occur unless hell rains



down from the depths of heaven.



which is why we’re run by angels



betraying the kingdom



and there is honor amongst crooks,



loyalty amongst the reign.







precipitation sweating out clouds



like alleged truths under a heat lamp.



the sun is burning like the judaean desert,



jesus walks.







transverse among slithering serpents



horny and horned, suck and stab,



this is oral and penetrative.



word of mouth stabbing your ears,



hard-headed



like above and static thought



with the light bulb playing a crown.







temptations now on repeat like a chorus,



sung like the gospel,



and the hymns to the ears of most



sound like good music



and they rock a fella now.



and how!







rock the bass like stones

to the base of your neck



and let mortal monarchies



pelt propaganda portraits



like picasso brush strokes.







i wonder what the beyond say



to a swift and fearless interruption



of a grandiose sermon



held to tailor the majority



that oppose the west.







how can ye oppose of



gods living in



shakespearean flesh?