The End of Days

Oh Hollywood, how you make my balls swell.... You, flop eared every ready bastards ? The paradox Problem perhaps is that, I love your ancient chosen daughters Whom you sell amid these pages crafted dubbed, manifest destiny's ? The only problem amid this equation is this; nearly two thousand years past Heaven's Messiah, proclaiming a final cammandment I leave you: turn your cheek Love your enemies your neighbor whomever, as yourself: surely, America, you are manifest.