Spangled Scarlet

Slash their throats,

They shall sputter their red excuses 

Coating the bare,

Drenching the innocent upon their stare

Strangle they do,

Stringing the symphony,

Luring the lust,

Drawing the desire,

Glorifying the greed,

To drape upon dreary!

Weary, weary,

Spattered in red,

Wary, wary, 

The accusing dead!

Their preaches have fallen,

Killing the innocent years,

The innocents sputter their red,

Lain white, 

One cries from their throat!

Cries from the throat, 

The origins of infiltration,

Pleas from the mouth,

The consequence of condemnation!