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Awake again...
An American Prayer is all I know,
I'm a spy in their dreams and
deepest desires when they sleep.
I was born with the right to bear
arms and freedom of speech...
Wal-Mart is the New World Bank,
and McDonalds feeds poison in a
Happy Meal.
If I come in peace, I would be
shoot dead on arrival...
I got a six shooter with silver
bullets, all child molesting priests
will be shot in Sunday Mass.
Along with the wolves in sheep
clothing who rape the minds of the
weak; religion is for fools who
don't believe in themselves!
Virgins worship my holy cock,
and pray that I may have my ways
with their mind, body, and souls.
I can save them from the night,
but not from the light of day.
I retreat into caves with the children
of insanity, run to the hills when the
beast begins to roam in search of
blood, death is forgiven and no one
meets their end.
Fanatics will scream,
"Oh, Lord why have you forsaken me!"
Realizing their Lord was an idol made
of wood, hollow like their eyes, shallow
like their thoughts of hope, follow me
through the purgatory and the nine gates
of Hell, home is where we'll dwell.
I am the sandman with an American
Prayer, the Anti-Christ was born in 1977,
the year of the snake...tomorrow I will say
this prayer again!!
