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 the 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