[i]you have done nothing but drown mens' soaring desires
in a deluge of sanctimonious morality...
I will drive deeper the thorns into your rancid carcass,
you profaner of Isis.
Cursed Nazarene...[/i]

-- Iced Earth

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I was gonna send a robot back in time, but I got high.

[i]Your pain on the cross
is but a splinter compared to the agony
of MY father![/i]

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And you know what Hell is, folks. It's Andy Gibb, singing 'Shadowdancing' for aeons and aeons...

I forget what I was testing when I posted that. Must have been my new "Blasphemy-A-Day" spam engine.

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I was gonna send a robot back in time, but I got high.

That sounds like a poem by crass.

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possible savior probable SEX MACHINE

I am no feeble Christ, not me
He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, upon his cross,
Above my body, lowly me
Christ forgive, forgive?
Holy He, He holy, He holy?
Shit He forgives, Forgive? Forgive?
I? I? Me? I? I vomit for you Jesu
Christy Christus
Puke upon your papal throne
Wrapped I am in the muddy cloud
Of hellish genocide
Petulant child
I have suffered for you
Where you have never known me
I too must die
Will you be shadowed in the arrogance of my death?
Your valley truth
What light pass those pious heights?
What passing bells for these in their trucks?
For you lord.
You are the flag-bearer of these nations
One against the other that die in the mud
No piety. No deity
Is that your forgiveness?
Saint. Martyr. Goat. Billy.
Forgive? Shit he forgives
He hangs upon his cross
In self-righteous judgment
Hangs in crucified delight
Nailed to the extend of His vision
His cross. His manhood. His violence. Guilt. Sin.
He would nail my body upon his cross
As if I might have waited for him in the garden
As if I might have perfumed His body
Washed those bloody feet
This woman that he seeks
Suicide visionary. Death reveller. Rake. Rapist.
Gravedigger. Earthmover. Lifefucker. Jesu.
You scooped the pits of Auschwitz
The soil of Treblinka is rich in your guilt
The sorrow of your tradition
Your stupid humility is the crown of thorn we all must wear.
For you. Ha. Master. Master of gore. Enigma. Stigma. Stigmata. Errata. Eraser.
The cross is the mast of our oppression.
You fly there, vain flag.
You carry it, wear it on your back, Lord. Your back.
Enola is your gaiety.
Suffer little children (to come unto me)
Suffer in that horror. Hirohorror. Hirrohiro. Hiroshimmer. Shimmerhiro.
Hiroshima. Hiroshima. Hiroshima. Hiroshima.
The bodies are your delight
The incandescent flame is the spirit of it
They come to you Jesu. To you
The nails are the only trinity
Hold them in your corpsey gracelessness
The image that I have had to suffer
These nails at my temple
The cross is the virgin body of womanhood
That you defile
In your guilt you turn your back
Nailed to that body
Lame-arse Jesus calls me sister
There are no words for my contempt
Every woman is a cross in filthy theology
He turns His back on me in His fear
His vain delight is that pain I bear
Alone He hangs. His choice. His choice
Alone. Alone. His voice. His voice
He shares nothing, this Christ
Sterile. Impotent. Fucklove prophet of death
He's the ultimate pornography
He. He. Hear us Jesus
You sigh alone in your cockfear
You lie alone in your cuntfear.
You cry alone in your womanfear.
You die alone in you manfear.
Alone Jesu, alone
In your cockfear. Cuntfear. Womanfear. Manfear.
Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear.
Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear.
Warfare. Warfare. Warfare. Warfare. Warfare.
Jesus died for his own sins. Not mine.

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possible savior probable SEX MACHINE

There once was a man named Kyle
who hadn't taken a shat in a while.
And when he went boom
he filled up the room
and made an enourmous pile!

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Poop.

Oi, Oi! Oi, Oi!

quote:

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And when he went boom
he filled up the room
and made an enourmous pile!

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[i]

All my brothers and sisters
All in all over ten billion listeners
Lend me your ear when you want to hear
The hypest and ripest sound of the year

Up and kiss the body boy then pucker
Up and kiss the body boy then pucker
Up and kiss the body boy then pucker
Up and kiss the body boy then boy then
Up and kiss body body boy then pucker
Up and kiss the body boy then pucker
Up and kiss the body boy then pucker
Up and kiss the body boy then boy then
Up and kiss body body

Ok, y'all this is it now buff it
And the mic will sing soon as I touch it
Do this smooth and easy like
So we might get high to hear the night.
Be nice, relax MCs from the back
If you ain't with that
I'm a have to attack you with the bad rap
That could smack this mouth word face jack
So don't start no crap.
[b]Give it a little bit of heart and soul,
As you do it till it's in your ear hole[/b] ha,
I ain't goin' on like a sucker
And if you think so boy then pucka
Up and kiss the body this lyricist
Glow on the mic word up this groove is set
To sooth move you party people now it's time to.

That's Boogie Boogie
That's Boogie Wonderland
Ha Boogie
That's Boogie Boogie
That's Boogie Wonderland
Ha Boogie
That's Boogie Boogie
That's Boogie Wonderland
Ha Boogie

boy then boy then boy then
kiss the body
boy then boy then boy then
kiss the body
boy boy boy boy boy boy boy...[/i]

Notice the bold text. Skullfucking reference? Perhaps.

There was once a man named Steve
who went out on Christmas Eve.
He froze off his buns,
and then got the runs
and all of his shat had to leave!

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Poop.