God’s ire slaked on the damned souls in hell.
If you aren’t a righteous person, maybe you can become one.
If you aren’t a righteous person, maybe you can become one.
But whom will you be cleansing?
The deaf and dumb
will swear it’s them. And why isn’t it, pray tell?
It still feels cleansing to slake your ire on someone.
will swear it’s them. And why isn’t it, pray tell?
It still feels cleansing to slake your ire on someone.
You’ll be the first to enter
the blessed kingdom—
but not before you fell—
you weren’t a righteous person, but maybe you became one.
but not before you fell—
you weren’t a righteous person, but maybe you became one.
Just dance the Creole Waltz with Amédé Ardoin,
or take a gander—why don’t you?—at the Book of Kells
to feel how cleansing it can be to slake your ire on someone.
or take a gander—why don’t you?—at the Book of Kells
to feel how cleansing it can be to slake your ire on someone.
You can even slake your ire on
your sweet honey-bun,
blast them to bits with your hard-rock drill.
Not a righteous person? Well, you just became one!
blast them to bits with your hard-rock drill.
Not a righteous person? Well, you just became one!
But burning the damned forever
will not cleanse them—
smoldering like glycolysis in your blood cells!
It can feel cleansing to slake your ire on someone.
If you aren’t a righteous person, maybe you can become one.
smoldering like glycolysis in your blood cells!
It can feel cleansing to slake your ire on someone.
If you aren’t a righteous person, maybe you can become one.
