FOOL’S GOLD
Easter Saturday, an armada arrived on Mesoamerican shores
Pretending to be ambassadors, crusaders called it, “Conquest of the Conquistadors”
Motecuzomas’ messenger reports back; winded, perspiring out his pours
Depicting the emergence of evil-doers: Enemies (of the Aztecs) east of Ecuador
Illustrations of iron swords, iron hordes, iron crossbows, iron board
(signatures shields of missionary scorpion sects) Muskets, & cannons.
Fled the flood gates of famine: Smelled of kipper snappers, squid, oysters, & salmon
No one gave a damn when …
These Juggling Jungle bunnies brought in exotic fruits almost every hour
All while autumn showers supplied a spectacle of never seen before flowers
They reexamine the towers, temples, and the markets …
Spoke loud to the crowd- while reconnoiters the city,
Diaz, De Leon, & Sandoval was amongst the committee- All slimey & shitty
This particular god was grimy & gritty who yearned for more of gold’s riches
Admitting this metal was the only cure for the covetous crucifix princesses
Along side of his Mexican mistresses!! WHO witnesses, say they
Closed off all entrances & passageways from the Canstalk crypt to the Eagle Gate, plundered pyramids and palaces confiscated gold and silver plates
Before they knew what happened…
Cortez commenced the gun clappen
Deadinated disciples, nuns, elders, daughters & sons.
Simultaneously soldiers started snappin,
henceforth the blood bath has begun. Sharp staffs were no match for Spanish guns;
With no place to run the rebels wrath got ransacked-
especially for those who tried to retaliate
Decapitated the celebrant’s dancers, drummers, lieutenants & captains-
even went after their better halves;
Severed shoulders, arms, & thighs, they even chopped at calves
Beheaded those who pretended to be dead
Red… Red… Red
Some said they were lead into the jaws of hell Red…Red…Red
Intestines dangled & dragged tripping over their own entrails
Slithering along the patio with the speed of a snail
Ambushed the frail citizens in the middle of their fiesta-
Some say their spirits subdued their subconscious in a satanic siesta
Ripped a hole through your retnea ….
Pretending to be ambassadors, crusaders called it, “Conquest of the Conquistadors”
Motecuzomas’ messenger reports back; winded, perspiring out his pours
Depicting the emergence of evil-doers: Enemies (of the Aztecs) east of Ecuador
Illustrations of iron swords, iron hordes, iron crossbows, iron board
(signatures shields of missionary scorpion sects) Muskets, & cannons.
Fled the flood gates of famine: Smelled of kipper snappers, squid, oysters, & salmon
No one gave a damn when …
These Juggling Jungle bunnies brought in exotic fruits almost every hour
All while autumn showers supplied a spectacle of never seen before flowers
They reexamine the towers, temples, and the markets …
Spoke loud to the crowd- while reconnoiters the city,
Diaz, De Leon, & Sandoval was amongst the committee- All slimey & shitty
This particular god was grimy & gritty who yearned for more of gold’s riches
Admitting this metal was the only cure for the covetous crucifix princesses
Along side of his Mexican mistresses!! WHO witnesses, say they
Closed off all entrances & passageways from the Canstalk crypt to the Eagle Gate, plundered pyramids and palaces confiscated gold and silver plates
Before they knew what happened…
Cortez commenced the gun clappen
Deadinated disciples, nuns, elders, daughters & sons.
Simultaneously soldiers started snappin,
henceforth the blood bath has begun. Sharp staffs were no match for Spanish guns;
With no place to run the rebels wrath got ransacked-
especially for those who tried to retaliate
Decapitated the celebrant’s dancers, drummers, lieutenants & captains-
even went after their better halves;
Severed shoulders, arms, & thighs, they even chopped at calves
Beheaded those who pretended to be dead
Red… Red… Red
Some said they were lead into the jaws of hell Red…Red…Red
Intestines dangled & dragged tripping over their own entrails
Slithering along the patio with the speed of a snail
Ambushed the frail citizens in the middle of their fiesta-
Some say their spirits subdued their subconscious in a satanic siesta
Ripped a hole through your retnea ….
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