Starmartyr

I always wanted to be a movie star.
Why am I doing this? Why do I have to do it, and why can’t I just be an ordinary person?
The Starmaker pulled his strings,
He gave her golden wings,
But vicious snakes invade her World,
With cigarettes and purple pillz.
Man on a red horse, man on a red Harley,
Girl on a mind trip lost on the Mindway.
She commits to a kustom bike guy,
Over sexed rebel of rubber,
Tired, punched and numbered,
Off with her head, said the king of lightning.
How do you like the accomodations?
Well I guess… they’re fine honey…
More life, more love, more freedom, more choice!
There is an occult explosion taking place in the Western World.