Jesus jizzes holy juices,
That you people gently rub upon your faces.

Liers lie to protect that which they deny,
To the lavished living people.

Why won't the sun set,
On this selfish age of *****?

I'm tired of these try-hards taking over,
My rightful territory.

Come hold my hand,
As we hoist our way to Heaven.

We'll need to step on some somebodies,
To sleep with the silver lining.  

All I need is the native nature,
Of the not so naive heart.

Can anyone help me heal,
These horde cuts from hell?

Let's all do the calm camel,
And claim the dunes of the cautious for our country.

A country we all call America,
The anticlimactic antagonist that aims for anarchists.

Words will always be that way,
Of the world's wary warriors of peace, protection, and self worth.

And with that I say,
So long.