Reap What You Sow (Poem)

If you want a head on a platter Your head is good as they come What you do will come back to you All in all You reap what you sow

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

The Boomerang is Coming (Poem)

Judgment Day is near for all the godless nations
As you have done, so it will be done to you
The boomerang is coming to pillage your coup
Just as they partied on God’s holy mountain
All the godless nations will drink the wrath of God
They’ll drink and drink and drink
They’ll drink themselves to death

Splatter on your Face (Poem)

A cabinet full of crooks
A drawer full of hate

Pockets full of don’t ask
Splatter on your face

A dream that’s going nowhere
You’re lost and can’t be found

Hide tide for fear of no man
That wall is coming down