Who are my peers?
Who are my teachers.
Humans out here.
Who do I beseech?
Who do I fear?
Do I feel God?
Ghouls out here
They the vanguard
Oh I fear
For the rains to come
The rays of sun
And dangerous guns
Deathrays and nuclear arsenals
brought us to the brink
There are no new ideas
Just sprays of guns.
Waves of thunder
Cause this generation's nuts.
We didn't start this.
But we just farting and faithing and fucking and saying aw shucks and waving good bye.

Oh Science? Satanist Ire. Left wing Marxist conspiracy pile of shit. They are trying to cut Jesus out of everything. That's their AGENDA. When they win they will cage us in places.

With lesbians. And Godless whores. Let us pray, "God do as we ask. Thanks saving our souls, God. Dude appreciate that. Are those new shoes? You amaze me! Fade out or fade up."

Barks from dogs make more sense. And they caged up.

Amen.

Jesus is safe, you old eggs. The Easter Bunny ain't coming with the mark of the beast.

The anti-Christ is surely nigh
So...no worries.

We got the rapture. Prop that to your back and whistle some bone thug n harmony 90s creation.

Shit.

They are not fit
To rule out here
They are foolish

They on their way

Who am I reaching?
They truant ideas
These are old reasons
And we don't deem them worthy of our precious little attention span so we ruin our sphere

For our venture
Earth will be fine
We'll be tools
In the span of evolution
We killed ourselves
Silly apes
Kinda adorable

Except the war
Gore
Killing
And rape

Here's a jewel of a thought
You think this is the first great dying Earth has dealt with? Silly homo sapiens!

This is like a day of week!

So sorry, kids
Little monkeys
You should been quicker
You crunk little grumpy ass phone junkies
Homos
And one key notes
And some kinda...
Terrace under which we surrender our vote and dastardly scare us!
Mwuhahaha! We're aware
We'll get you next time, faggots!
Beware
Gadgetry. Rigid and ragid. Rabid goons in the streets
With their mallets
The fire was neat
Then I realized the city was in a state of total meltdown
Grab your gun, son! This is the one!

We got tp. Good.

"Who we shootin, Pa? The niggers or the police?"

We're shootin em all son. God bless this street.

But anyway - fuck you.
Your soufle
The course is served
A planet in full and total collapse
Have fun with that

*laughs*

That's funny shit
You little stinkers may have money - but...