YHWH Sayz

I’m gonna fuck you up
I’m gonna make you scream My Name
No matter where you are
I’m gonna find you
In your grave

Mother of Swine (Poem)

What a blasphemous twat she is
Mother of swine
Herder of pigs

She thinks she’s so special
Her bountiful trough
Legs wide open to all of her flock

She rivals Mount Zion with her two-timing beast
Luring peasants with wine-and-dine feasts