Cut my Vain God

Do you know me? Mister Fragile...
the opium of your mouths
speak speak lies and turn tables
to your wishes and your games.

monopoly teaches
the lives of little leeches
prey
joyfully on things they throw poison
rats and other vile things
to make all theirs they wage war
endlessly if they need.

and my response is.

am i pretty when i slit my wrists
and bleed on your feet?
am i the goat that you saw
in the shadow of a pentagram?
the monument of a dead god
easy to tear down?
the face of evil when im not
the dogma you hoped
would help you get your crown?

well happy dagger and get your guns
to rush into town
the unhappy townsmen have proclaimed
the i am a beast who needeth be slain.

this is your words in vain.

you are vain.

and I cut mine