To Fred Phelps,
the devil incarnated

To the human race,
All that is evil incarnated,
A fascist priest fated
To live in spiritual squalor
Without understanding what for.

A bigot, an extremist,
An unloving, vengeful priest.
Better admit you to an institution
Since you can’t understand the constitution
Nor appears to have any compassion,
Just an extremist vicious fashion.

You are the dark one
That prowls in the night
Filled with hate and self-righteousness,
To pour your biblical venom
Is your way to interpret bless,
But your time will truly come.

All evil mongrel dogs
Will finally burn like dry logs,
And their putrid breath
Will find a hot, violent death
With no hope of redemption.
You lack true contemplation.

But what can you expect
From a country that so fast and direct
Condemns those who do not agree
To what madmen’s like you only see,
A religious dictator, an American Bin Laden,
You should be in the chair, you madmen.

Wargasm and ignorance
Is your only chance
To make yourself important.
Get a grip, a doctor, stop the rant.
You are a demon, a man that is lost,
Peddling your hate at any cost.

Get a rope and a strong beam
Tie a good knot around your soured cream.
Do mankind a favour, say goodbye,
That way we don’t have to wonder why
A man can be so bitter and mean.
Do us a favour, make the world clean.

Without your fanatic ideas an hate
Perhaps then it’s not too late
For a country so full of religious freaks
For whom extreme thoughts is a dick that leaks.
With the froth at pale lips that are dead
You should be sent to the chair or the injection bed.