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"Marilyn Manson: I am the third and final beast"
1. your United States of Exploitation
a cracked ugly mirror to eternally look into
the ashes of burned books on our hands
trapped in a sin and repent cycle
this is you,
this is me,
and this is the youth of America
your United States of Exploitation
where your martyred dollars are tissues to wipe your theatrical tears
where you kill a horse to feed your babies bubble gum
where your place of worship sells fear
our culture is drunk on the blood of our children
kids raised to be like
Martin Luther, John Lennon, and Marilyn Monroe
. . . dead
kids who grow up cynical
. . . they have more information
but! shouldn't we all just hold hands and kiss?
it's certainly the G-rated thing to do
harmony is a monkey wrench in the wheel of evolution
is adult entertainment killing our children?
or is killing children entertaining adults?
the media is our most violent creation
martyrdom a popularity contest based on
cash
guilt
how you die and
how many people you take with you
murder sells, grief sells, but boy does Jesus Christ sell
the crucifix is the
highest grossing
piece of merchandise in history
if they could bottle tears
they'd sell it back to us
as bottled water
the spear
of destiny passed from Hitler to
Patton
Americas detonation of the
atom
bomb was the beginning of
the end
when the time capsule is opened
they will read the dictionary
and learn our language
they will read the King James Bible
and will be inspired to commit injustice
they will read Nietzsche's Anti-Christ
and it will enrage them
that they had wasted time on the other books
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Notes:
This poem is a literary mish-mash (its a lit-mish-lit-mash) of various articles and tidbits written by Marilyn Manson, including words from MarilynManson.com, his poem Astonishing Panorama Of The Endtimes, and his essay/article Columbine: Whose Fault Is It? (Rolling Stone magazine, 28 May, 1999). All of these sources I used for this poem existed as of Aug2000, when I first stated "writing" this poem.
The sun is rising, not setting.
I read this poem at a Radisson Hotel, 700 Elm Street, room 1203, Manchester, New Hampshire, USA.
I've only pasted the first of five sections of this poem, because of the word limit for this Description section. Read the full poem at http://www.leebobblack.com/poems/marilyn-manson-i-am-the-third-and-final-beast
thanks for this, although at times i found your presentation irritating at times.
ScottieWallace 5 months ago
That was pretty damn cool man.
zeroenna56 1 year ago