TWATROT (Poem)

All hail the Sacred Prostitutes Their tribes have filled the Earth Summon all to join in the inheritance they shall birth The land they claim The land of the slain The home of the twatspun lie They think they won it all But all they won is debt piled high An eye for and eye A theft for a theft A trick for a trick in valley of death Asherah missiles And Jezebel bombs Praying for a victory But asked the wrong God Now He got em where He want em He just waiting for the birth Like the corpses of Gehenna He gon get His ransom worth He gon fill it He gon light it He gon watch that bitch pop All the sucker ass phonies All up in the TWATROT