Ondergetekende moest direct aan jullie denken bij het horen van deze gouwe ouwe.
Niet dat ik op jullie geil, nog dat er ook maar iets orgastisch plaatvond op persoonlijke schaal,
maar aangezien menig persoon hier nogal eens zijn mondje rept over de (d)rol van de kerk, broederschappen, machtsverhoudingen, vermeende illuminati, waarschijnlijke illuminati, onwaarschijnlijke illuminati en ander al dan niet verlicht(t)e geesten:
I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.
I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in my pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and I decide your fate
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak to great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.
