08-22 (The Trumpet)


Hey angry Atheist. Hey Christian slave.

Come here. I want to talk to you for a minute.

I want you too, Jew. The numbers cannot hide you from the truth. God’s a word that can’t be said.

All you Asian religions that I do not know and who do not matter, you now do.

To you weak Muslims with your mighty rage, I request you take a break from shouting and listen for a moment.

And you, electric estrogen, New Age filled prescriptions, with your blurry eyes and beautiful dreams- you can come hear this Angel talk.

All the people in the world that are sucking my digital dick, it’s time to spit me out of your system. The time has come.

You Buddhist leeches in comfortable clothing, listen well.

You ugly communists with your big heads, rest a bit.

Come to me phony democrats from your prison republics. Lend me your ears you deserving tools of the dictator.

I demand your attention you worthless watchers of television, you punk rock pussies in bondage gear, you zombies with your 3D glasses.

Put down your wallets you ravenous consumers and see what I have to give you.

The buggers in the bush can go about their business because they already know:



The end of that is here.

I have come for your children.

It begins.