Your so-called “root of love”,
My root of hate.
Pray every night,
Do not commit sin.
Love your God at all costs,
Give up your family,
Give up your friends.
Confess what you’ve done wrong,
Then do it again.
Blame your problems on the “heathens”,
The “heathens” are your children.
Hate the fags,
Hate the dikes,
Hate everything not perfect in your life.
F@ck your girlfriend,
Love you wife.
Punish your children,
For your pathetic life.
Despise the bitches,
And the whores,
Hate the crack-heads even more.
Go to church on Sunday,
Preach the word.
Go home and shoot-up,
That wonderful drug.
Smile and show your perfect porcelain teeth.
Your eyes always so clear,
And your hair so neat.
You’re a straight edge guy,
In this crooked world.
No one knows of the abortion,
And the thirteen-year-old girl.
You’ve hid your secrets well,
They’ll never come out.
About your son and his boyfriend,
In your bedroom,
In your house.
Or about your aid in the suicide,
Of the girl down the street.
You told her it would be okay,
To succumb to defeat.
So preach God’s word,
You great Christian man.
And show the world,
The love and master plan.
Maggie
