The Black Maria Collective

Black Maria has ended her vigil of silence,

She has called the dead to rise;

To awaken those who still slumber,

Uncertain of their own demise.

Her eight arms are lashing and three green hearts beating,

Stealing like a silent ninja through the deadened streets,

Pouring light into blinded eyes,

And smashing the temples of darkness where the inhumane gather daily to meet.

The gangsters and the rabid lunatics are pouring life into hungry souls.

Black Maria is raising the graces to fuck all senseless in our gaping holes.