NATO expansion is a sacred cause. If you have doubts, then you can go to Hell. It’s pointless to request that we hit pause: NATO expansion is a sacred cause, Obedient to bright, transcendent laws. Let foolish Fyodor ring his futile bell! NATO expansion is a sacred cause. If you have doubts, then you can go to Hell!
At Sidney’s Catholic Weekly, they adore Unsightly blobs that fake vain Catholic gab While keeping only ignorance in store. At Sidney’s Catholic Weekly, they adore What every faithful Christian should abhor. It’s possible they can’t see past the flab At Sidney’s Catholic Weekly. They adore Unsightly blobs that fake vain Catholic gab!
In New Orleans, the Rebel cause is done. They rush to worship Zulu idols now. You Western Civ types shouldn’t have a cow. Idolatry is popular and fun! In former European times, the Sun Was worshipped – as historians allow. So why can’t our society kowtow To savage whores? Your reasons given? None! Let spiritual license now extend Into the region of the Southern Cross! Monotheistic claptrap had to end. We douse our cities now in heathen sauce. Crudity is the message we intend. The Christian heroes of the South? No loss.
To fashionable idols he kowtows, Insisting he’s a model rebel still. He goes for bestial sex with sacred cows. To fashionable idols he kowtows. Before their hierophants he boldly bows. If toady looks could kill, then his would kill. To fashionable idols he kowtows, Insisting he’s a model rebel still.
Bow down before the Sacred Vaccination! You’ll feel a whole lot better when you do. Science demands complete capitulation, And Pope Bergoglio joins the chorus, too. You’re nothing but an old discarded shoe Until you’re vaccinated with the crowd Against the bug that ought to frighten you. Submission you must now proclaim out loud! Once you are vaccinated, you’ll be proud With the pride of the body snatcher horde. Come on, man! What’s your problem? We’ve all bowed And hailed the vaccination as our lord. Your daft dissent will not long be permitted. Against it an expanding force is pitted.
We loved the Mask, converted to the Shot, And now with joy adore the Mask anew. Is our religion fixed in stone? It’s not. We loved the Mask, converted to the Shot, And mean to worship finally a lot Of different gods. We’ll make you worship, too. We loved the Mask, converted to the Shot, And now with joy adore the Mask anew.
Incredibly, Shea has his acolytes.
Amongst these is the twerp Scott Eric Alt.
With all his soul, he labors to exalt
Obese Mark Shea to superhuman heights.
This altitude, according to Alt’s lights,
Is right and proper. Shea is free from fault.
If you presume to question, Alt shouts: “Halt!
Moist dreams of Shea’s perfection fill my nights!”
With all his soul, I said – and that is true.
But Alt’s applying all his strength as well.
Given Shea’s idol status, Alt can do
No less: he’s under Shea’s Svengali spell.
To budge Shea’s weight, though, Alt would need a crew
Of heroes – so his master sinks to Hell.
Poor little kids! Is Grandpa Nutso reading
Aloud to you? And are you forced to sit
And listen to his crap? My ears are bleeding
Vast rivers as I merely think of it!
He has a sissy voice – not just a bit
Of one. His sibilants confound the genders.
And on his form obesity is writ:
He’d burst the longest, stretchiest suspenders.
Where other grandpas go on whiskey benders,
This one is infantile and steals your milk.
If there are gods of gluttony, he renders
Pansified adoration to their ilk.
He’s reading George MacDonald, kids. Hang tough:
At least it’s not his own disgusting stuff!
(Planned Parenthood ally and notorious glutton Mark Shea tortures grandchildren.)
Pope Francis is the type who worships science—
Or was until he made his latest dumb
Pronouncement. Now he’s total in reliance
On Gaia’s cultic wisdom. Me, I’m numb
At how this aging infant sucks his thumb
In public and proclaims stupidity
As doctrine. Can’t he do the minimum
In self-embarrassment – for you and me?
The idiocy uttered currently,
Of course, will fade eventually away.
He can’t get saints and angels to agree
With the vain salivation of today.
Still, he’s amongst my soul’s most gnawing stressors.
What’s worse, he’s undermining his successors.