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Zealots on Ziggurots in Zion (Free verse) by Bachus
What now?
You control it all
Jew dog.
The media
the gem trade
The banks
The clothes
The architecture
The mob
The bible belt Christians
The smelly rocking Muslims.
What now?
My movies
My music
My cable
Dry clean labels
My 900.00$ designer coffee table (& lamps)
You even sold me a used Buick Sable
But the motherfucker was a lemon
Mazza soup through a straw
Kosher sweet coleslaw
You even killed my Pa
In a Quartz mine in Bermuda.
What now Mr. Jew
All my credit cards too
Psychiatric wards & the flu
Pill popping shrink Gay Lords
Electrolisizing their scrotums
For a cool half a million
You fucking make me sick
Much more than Hitler with a Bic
All alone in the back row
Waving his tiny baby light at
A Paul Simon, or Neil Diamond
concert for power hungry
attorneys that will help
anyone to make a buck.
Even the devil riding
a tumbleweed with a
big singing boner over
dead nameless children.
Herb Ritz is a dead fag.
Jew.
Miramax, Jew.
Paramount, Jew.
Vivendi, Jew.
Ted Turner?
Sell out Wasp
A stingerless
cunt, I guess
us American infidels
at least can count
on the 700 club, huh?
The Jews give you
a Circus, and you
fucking idiots go
blind with a smile
for Monday night football
and a cold beer.
If the KKK wasn't one degree
more as fucking ridiculous
I'd be the GRAND DRAGON
& eat you Jew dogs
alive, then the
rest of the religions
& elitist creeds
in alphabetical
order.
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