September SongFarewell proud Jachin, and goodbye great Boaz, For all that's established eventually goes. And nothing maintains for more than an Age; Everything crumbles 'neath popular Rage. The Tao's lost its way and The Buddha is dust, Vain Christ bows to Mammon, World Trade and Lust, On blitzed Lebensraum old Judah is bent; The ghosts cry: Surrender! Submit! By Allah, Repent! Farewell Twin Towers and goodbye false Peace, In the Land of the Free, sweet Freedom shall cease, And the Home of the Brave with terror will boil, In the cauldron and cause of The One God: black oil. |
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