Omega’s Bloody Gig

by Walter Zimmerle

Sing yourself a lullaby
While he thrashes you to sleep.
Harmonize with sweet demise
While psychotic man plays lead.

He calls himself Omega
And he plays his bloody gig;
He knows you’ll be a screaming fan
As long as you shall live.

His heavy metal instrument
Keeps pounding through your brain.
With his orchestrated rhythm
Your arrangement will be changed.

Lights out! Curtain! Final stage!
An encore performance tonight!
Omega delivers blow by blow…
Convinced Every Good Boy Does Fine.