Oh What A Day It Would Be! To Sail A Raiding Ship Into Christian Waters Board Their Meek Vessel, Rape The Chambermaids Raise The Flag And Toss The Crew To The Sharks Then Joyfully Be The Bearer Of Grim Tidings "Your Captain Was A Hoax, You Were Steering In Circles All The While!"
Unfortunately For The Enlightened 'Twill Be A Process A Little Sterner Than Such Mere Indulgence In Fantasy For We Confront An Enemy With Numbers Outnumbering Us And While The Great Majority Of Their Numbers Would Meekly Swab The Deck The Quartermaster And Cannon Ranks Are Viciously Accurate Marksmen Of Pornographic Precision For Whom The Very Act Of Plundering Has Become A Reflex, Unguided By Cartographical Assistance But No Battle Worth Fighting Ever Had Evenly-Matched Opponents
Our Greatest Day Will Come When One Of Their Famed Allegories Becomes A Reflection Of Our Triumph, Of Our Will Our Will To Change The Guard, A New David But No Petty Desert People And No Slingbearing Midget Would Lead Such An Army Not For We The Undeceived, Not For We Of Humanity Since Evolved
A Holy Father's Flagrant Design Flaws Are But An Incentive To Push Forth And Prosper But Of Course That's No Justification What Justifies Is Our Own Genetic Majesty A Better Species Than Any True Creator Could Have Conceived Of, Could Have Applied To A World Supposedly His Legacy Yet Where The Absolute Majority Live As Pathetic Knaves
Ho Ho! What A Wreck, What A Waste What A Simpleton's Lot, Disaster Was Never So Perfectly Cruel But That's Life, As It's Set In A Holy Book Nevermind The Translations, They All Evoke The Same Essence One So Foul, One So False, One So Markedly Flawed Yet So Enchanting To The Feeble That Salivate Over It And Its Lies, So Eager To Be Swindled That They'd Get On Their Knees In A Fellating Pose
We're Gonna Drop A Little Bit Of Reason On This Mother It's What We Do For A Laugh And It's What We Do For Progress, Hoh! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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