you aspire to nothing more

than living in the kingdoms of men

have no aspirations for higher than that

no sense at all there could be more

you're content to pillage and rape

and drive all before you

no preacher knows what to say to you

(no preacher really knows what he's talking about...)

but will sing his enemy's song

carelessly and in his own corruption

oh I am no preacher

I'm one driven by what prods me onward

I make no special claims and can live

without this aspect of material nature

so while I lay low and stay put

I wait with others for your fall

in your time you'll damage plenty

so by all means continue to celebrate

greed lust and power

concentrating all your deranged pride

in your grasping talons

and your battering-ram cock

when you storm heaven

the One you never considered

will nail your dick

to the floor of your hell...

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