Oh, spite and hatred
The tools of wrath and envy.
Lo, how the soldiers of aggression work
At the behest of rage,
And I will smash them all over your face.
And laughter, love, peace
The delight of worlds both known
And those yet yearning for light,
These, the bright spells of Heaven’s pleasure
Are totally for pussies whose asses I will kick.
Let it be that all those might know
These forces and their callings.
For as the blessed gentle souls
And cursed raging ghouls engage,
Together they will hear the choir singing
Get the fuck out of my way.