From Ezekiel 25:17 (as read by Samuel L. Jackson):
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides with the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon those with great vengeance and with furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know that my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."
BANG!
BANG!!
BANG!!!
Like a bullet
Shooting the face
Of a man
Without a mullet.
We missed our chance
To change the present.
Now a future
Battle royale
Will exist
Throughout the nation.
Remain loyal
To your invocations,
Not a pound of quarters
Shaking in your fist.
Resist whatever
You have learned
Over the past four years.
They came from John Ashcroft's mouth
To your gullible ears.
Armageddon is here
And the weak hold the virus,
The fatal disease
Spreading quickly.
Nanoseconds pass
And instantly
We're all sickly.
Fading to black
Are our human rights.
Our cures.
Our funds.
The future dictation of our daily lives
Will be a medieval
Kick in the ass.
This is so chaotic.
I need some more grass
So I may beautify
The ground of my battle
To keep my self chill
Like I'm with Suzanne Vega.
This megalomania
Has reached new heights
With the advancement
Of camera surveillance
Espionage on our communications
Bleep out free thought
Scratch out free expression.
Our eyes see new visions
Of nuclear fission
Medical conditions
Will not come to fruition
For death will come quicker than justice.
We will soon be seeing fascism
Rise over us
Armed with hammers of hatred
Pounding heavily against our interests.
I will not be dominated
Fucked up my ass
With a thick dick
Of right-wing propaganda
Or racist paranoia.
I assure you,
My voice can not be gagged
Nor can the right to conceal a handgun.
You support this.
I have never indulged.
But I could change my mind
And enhance my bulge
By busting a cap in your redneck ass
And shoot up your breast with disapproval.
I shall lay my vengeance upon thee
Oh ignorant ones.
After karma stops skipping a beat,
I will not admit defeat.
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