flashing yellow light

ha well I got you rotting
in the grave even though I know you're in
your husband's bed giving him some
of that inept oral sex you thought
was so good
I got bad news
I seen your flesh
all diseased up with mine in the hall
of nazi atrocities
ain't no goddamn difference either
you long lost celtic bitch
you could have had half a hundred
newly dreamed visions
like the children the race eschews in
its selfishness
but you even lost your camera
even lost your voice
even lost your sense of being
numbed out in seventy seven's
cold I didn't come here to insult
you though only came to cry
over that sickly sweet flesh
you thought meant so much
I know, I know, I am just the same
that is true