From the Book Greenlantern
sheaves saw ya'll
the spirt of the fodder gonna get ya'll!
heathens and transgressers!
the people of sata!
the devil is yo' God!
and ya'll live in shame.
But the real God, Of Moochie Pecha, I s gonna send
the spirt of Bifer in the body of the scarecrow
to make you, transgressing
fornicates repent!
When the Scarecrow rises
we are gonna point out these devils!
The Devil, The Devil, The Devil !
Black mantis and lex luther, will
Chant from the Cootin Gia, and all you
Satans shall see the Scarecrow
and shall bow, to worship the
rightful God
Bizarro!
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2018
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