I dream of the hour when the last congressman is strangled to death on the guts of the last preacher, and since the christians seem to love to sing about the blood, why not give em a bit of it, slit the throats of their children and drag them over the morners bench and the pulpit and allow them to drown in their own blood and we'll watch them enjoy singing their hymes.
You want me? Well come on and break the door down. You want me? Fucking come on and break the door down. I'm ready..............
I am way too jaded to even care