This might be it,
Could be the end,
Stinking of shit,
The Pastor’s friend,
Might just have started World war 3
This Yankee Christianity
Could be the death of you and me
Deus vult!
It’s a death cult,
You’ll see!
Jesus isn’t coming guys,
No raptured flight into the skies
This world needs compromise,
Your sabre=rattling won’t change that,
So calm down, Mr. Trump – you sanctimonious twat!
This might be it,
Could be the end,
Stinking of shit,
The Pastor’s friend,
Might just have started World war 3
This Yankee Christianity
Could be the death of you and me
Deus vult!
It’s a death cult,
You’ll see!
So many Armageddons past,
So many days that weren’t the last,
For you the end can’t come too fast.
My death is just the price you’ll pay,
So gladly to be on your way,
And if I’m damned – well, that’s OK!
I’ve written a little poem for all those Christians who love to gloat about their salvation and my alleged damnation. It only lasts two minutes. Have a listen and tell me what you think in the comments.