
Voting for a king is the sum of all fears…
Immigration
Pesticides
Prices rising
Birth control
But in the end of four years the fears come back to haunt you…
Viva la Rebellion
Voting for a king is the sum of all fears…
Immigration
Pesticides
Prices rising
Birth control
But in the end of four years the fears come back to haunt you…
Hordes of sheeple decked out in red, white and blue. Lined up in rows, waiting to cast their votes to allegedly decide who will dominate the airwaves for the next four years. A pointless tradition, I dare to say. But who am I to say anything? I’m just another incompetent cog in a system that cannot function without a skilled mechanic tinkering with every nut and bolt, or so they say.
We boldly invite all to join us on the battlefield in one last daring attempt to claim The People’s throne and bring all truth to light
Atheists are theists without a cause
They rant and rave to no applause
They hear the word God
And it rattles their nerves
You can smell the blood boil
With every scatterbrained word