The never-ending crusade of Pain
the eagle turned on saddam and attacked
yea, he worked for the eagle once
Saddam was one of our warriors way back
we crowned him a prince
son went all mad dog in the end
when we decided
to use the kurds
to take him down
HE HITLERED UP
for security purposes
went to war
saddam's head was so dangerous
the executioner ripped it right off
the crowds screamed and cried
tried to drive his mighty spirit away from the gallows'
rightly so trembling in fear
at the horror of his coming wrath
His spirit surprised everyone & no one
with a wave and a tear
he forgave them their place in history
as great men do
as
great men
expect
sorry old soldier left hungry alone in your fox hole
wish i could have told you
we are praying
for you
to all enemies we sing: our hearts are still open
our minds are still free
we were not effected by they great they's
enchantment spells
we too are sickened
by
the
rotting, diseased cloak of these lies
we are coming for you
i am a man of the word
my word
and your word
our word
YOU ARE FORGIVEN
forgive us
We just didn't make it in time saddam
this stoic crusader was still marching silently
through the carnage
seeking rank on missions top secret
waging war from under deep cover
pretending always to go along
waiting
waiting
waitng
for the order
to come down
you know how that is
I
salute
u
we all salute you
this could very well be
what we were created for
the searching of the universes
for
traces
of her too long forgotten
face
we are seekers
of the
release
of her beauty
unto the horror
mad monkish missionaries crusading through the cosmos
gonzoing up histories or our lives and times and sacred texts
nourished heart and soul
baby
by the seet milk of the infinite tit
WHY WOULD ALIENS
LET WARRING BEASTS TRAVEL INTO SPACE???
she might be out there
a muse of dreams infinitly larger
than all the tiny human heads
on the earth
what do we have to lose????
This shit hole of Pain.
let the women do as they please
appease their gods
they can take this ship or their own
no one owns anyone
stumble on
trust nothing more than your mother's love