CHRIST: THE ARRIVAL

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Is Scott Evil the Christ?

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In article , "Antoll MA"
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Is Scott Evil the Christ?

Or the Anti-Christ?

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Is Scott Evil the Christ?

No, Charles Manson is.


Charley
He’ll blow your mind
Leave the poor guy alone
He’s just doing his time

Charley
Just call him the Lord
Better run for your life
If he starts getting bored.

He’ll take your wife
If the bitch looks fine
Your daughter too
If the brat’s less than nine

He’ll rape and kill them
Ignoring their pleas
Then force you to watch
And hear their screams

Blood on the floors
Blood on the walls
Ripped from her womb
The dead fetus falls

Drool on his face
Gleam in his eye
You’re cut to pieces
Don’t ask him why

Blood on the walls
Blood on the floors
Got sent to prison
Coz he chopped up some whores

His body’s in prison
But his soul rides free
And late at night
He talks to me

His will is your will
You have no control
He murdered her child
When he carved a new hole

He’ll take your women
If they’re looking tight
The old ones too
If they’ll put up a fight

He’ll rape them and kill them
And laugh at their pleas
Then force you to watch
As he lives out his dreams

Blood on the floors
Blood on the walls
Torn from her womb
The limp fetus calls

Sick plans in his head
An ax in his hand
You can’t deny
He’s a family man

Blood on the walls
Blood on the floor
Everyone’s dead
And he’s looking for more

Days of horror
Nights of fear
Slashing throats
From ear to ear

Blood on the floors
Blood on the walls
Laying in pieces
The dead fetus sprawls

He says that he’s Jesus
He rants and raves
And sends the whole world
To early graves



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f = n_1 n_2 \langle \sigma v \rangle

http://www.geocities.com/woogawooga99/

Too weird to live, and too
rare to die. -Hunter S. Thomson

Is Scott Evil the Christ?

No, Charles Manson is.


Charley
He’ll blow your mind
Leave the poor guy alone
He’s just doing his time

Charley
Just call him the Lord
Better run for your life
If he starts getting bored.

He’ll take your wife
If the bitch looks fine
Your daughter too
If the brat’s less than nine

He’ll rape and kill them
Ignoring their pleas
Then force you to watch
And hear their screams

Blood on the floors
Blood on the walls
Ripped from her womb
The dead fetus falls

Drool on his face
Gleam in his eye
You’re cut to pieces
Don’t ask him why

Blood on the walls
Blood on the floors
Got sent to prison
Coz he chopped up some whores

His body’s in prison
But his soul rides free
And late at night
He talks to me

His will is your will
You have no control
He murdered her child
When he carved a new hole

He’ll take your women
If they’re looking tight
The old ones too
If they’ll put up a fight

He’ll rape them and kill them
And laugh at their pleas
Then force you to watch
As he lives out his dreams

Blood on the floors
Blood on the walls
Torn from her womb
The limp fetus calls

Sick plans in his head
An ax in his hand
You can’t deny
He’s a family man

Blood on the walls
Blood on the floor
Everyone’s dead
And he’s looking for more

Days of horror
Nights of fear
Slashing throats
From ear to ear

Blood on the floors
Blood on the walls
Laying in pieces
The dead fetus sprawls

He says that he’s Jesus
He rants and raves
And sends the whole world
To early graves