Hollywood
Blow me a
Death kiss
So I can be
Immortal in
Your heads
Make me a posthuman god with a serpent's tongue
And I will give hate to the boys and girls of America
Without the legend of the apple-bearer to remind us
We may not
Recall what
Hate means
But perhaps
If you show
My corpse
On the TV
Just maybe
History will
Remember
That America fucked with one too many lonely boys
And that he became the Bootleg Antichrist, and raped
The minds of a new generation of innocents with PCs
Maybe if I
Die on TV
People will
Finally get
What they
Deserve...

The end.