Prong Spinner

Make haste, the morning is coming! The morning is coming!
Make craftily, the murderer's coming! The murder's coming!
Make justice! Make cries of persecution! Die! Die, to all who oppose us!

Make rape! The end of the insolence brought down by maidens. 
Make trust! In economics make money for lust!
Make race! An entertaining phenomena beget on surplus. 
Make trace! Make man, make machine, become god!

Make music! Make mind molding regurgitating monstrosities of comatose instigated societally for infidels to trust mega-minds what truly binds ill minds confines paradigms to open eyes, in flies a mortuary, society lies, all kinds of lies in ties to my dry mind; blind, uncertainty in monarchy dies.