Optical Illusion Oasis
People sitting under the great Canadian fright
Drinking heavily in the village of neon light
Pretensions of affairs being outta sight
Really nothing more than a herd of the uptight
Things actually aren’t really alright
Such a pathetic sight
Strongest on a Saturday night
People with nothing to do
Except playing cool fools
Floundering in the human cesspool
Death should be superior
Come join me tomorrow
For you’re in fact already dead
What can you do in life I tell you
Like the pieces of gum
The black suited monsters
Crush without pity on the way to the paper colonies
Refusing the cries of the crushed innocent are needless superfluous
Come join me in the land of the insane
Everyday does not end in a futile game
Soulless butchered minds craving dead maggots
That’s what we are
No schools of respectability
Only dens of perverse sadistic crazed nobility
Souls of the living cry to join us
Yes
I’m Lucifer but which hell is better
Yours or mine
You’ll find out in due course of time
Robert K. Stephen
