We'll be gone in September.
You'll be Gan in September.
They'll be Gehenna in September.
They'll be Gehenna in September.
WarGames until Splendor
In the Broke Glass
Ceiling.
Ceiling.
The Basturds of Babylon
That stood with one left hand
In Amalek's groin and one right hand
In The Valley of Ham@n Gog's grave
Will have their closeted Ashura Polls
Divided.
Their secret lovers
Aborted.
Their uncut genitalia
Mutilated.
Their ambidextrous Amrika home-
Their ambidextrous Amrika home-
Sliced to smithereens.
When The Mulberry Trees sway in The East Wind
I will measure the contours of my forefather's scalps
I will measure the contours of my forefather's scalps
Together, as we phantom climb the Mountain of our Seer:
