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long live the great and powerfull one

Long Live the Great and Powerful One

While walking in the misty morn of yore

One dismal dark decaying depraved day

I was suffocating with the sounds of the dying city

Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun

Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder

Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts

Of dangerous terrible acts to come

All around me in this strange era we live in

These orange alert perpetual fearful times

Constant fear and overwhelming dread

Mad crazed Islamic bomb throwing terrible terrorists

Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner

Conspiring with the murderous criminals of yore

Just waiting to attack god fearing Christian citizens

Murdering them in their sleep, blowing up schools

Blowing up buses, cars, buildings

Murdering in the name of their demented god

Screaming God is great as they behead us all

As I walk down that street

In the dead calm of the early morn

Filled with fulsome fears of who know what

I look up and see a giant gargoyle

Looking down at me, smirking at me, laughing at me

I yell out to the gargoyle, say, Mr. Gargoyle

What is so damn funny? Don't you know there is a terror alert

Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about?

The gargoyle laughed and laughed

Said,” terror alert? What a loud of crap

As the prophet, Mr. Natural taught us all, 

It don't mean shit, it don't mean shit

Nothing but prime BS designed to keep you in your place”

He laughed and laughed, soon all the gargoyles of the city

Were in open revolt – they jumped off their perches

And started marching around

Chatting - Peace is War, War is Peace

Truth is a Lie, Lies are Truth

The Truth will set

All Hail the Great and Powerful One

The head gargoyle looks at me, and says "Watch this!"

And jumps up and rides a rainbow sunbeam

Into the bloody red light of the dawning rising sun

The other gargoyles follow suit

Dancing, naked, making wild passionate love

While laughing and riding the light

And the gloom lifts from my shoulder

And I laugh and realized - "It don't mean shit"

And then my soul is free and I fly with the gargoyles

To join my buddy the sun and as we sit high up above the earth

Smoking dope and drinking booze and looking down at the teaming mess

Of what was left of humanity

I realized the ultimate reality of life

"It don't mean shit"

And the terrorists are nothing but delusions

Put in our heads and our hearts

By the depraved master programmer of the universe

In service to the Great and Powerful One

The true Master of Creation

As long as we are not afraid our souls will be free

And so I laugh and laugh and the sun comes up

The dark mists disappear

The Great and Powerful One is overthrown

The terrorists go home, and I return to earth

Thinking that the long nightmare was over

Believing that we had won the war

And kept our souls from going to hell

But I did not understand that the Great and Powerful One

Had banished the terrorists, and conquered us all

In the name of freedom we had became slaves

To his awful power and dark demands

God is indeed great, but the Great and Powerful One

Has more power than mere God, and so we deserve our fate

Long live the Great and Powerful One

Whom we love forever and ever, amen

Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling At the Moon

On a moonlit late night

I sat in a bar

Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew

Just an unhinged lunatic

Dreaming of howling at the full moon

Watching the world walk by

Looking at all the fine looking babes

Walking by the street

Thinking wild, erotic thoughts

Of endless wild libertine passions

When into the bar

Walked the most beautiful women

In the Universe

So wild, so free

So wonderfully alive

I did not know what to do

As this vision of delight

Sauntered through the bar

In a skin tight leather pants

Looked so fine

That my eyeballs hurt

And finally I had to say something

So I gathered up my manly courage

And walked up to her

And she looked at me

And instantly bewitched my soul

With a devilish grin

I lost all reason

And became a raving lunatic

Unhinged lunatic

Howling at the moon

Foaming at the mouth

A wild, free werewolf

Howling at the lunatic light

Of the full Moon

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