The poor boy, because all history was forgotten Got up on the stage, to perform his Eurodisco song. He was proud, Arabic and Malaysian.
"My stage name is Hitler, "Because I made so many hits. "I believe in the ghosts of my fathers "And the ghosts of my jits. "History, you see, will remember me for ages "I'm the boss of boss, and I'm better than all the sages."
To which, he didn't ever read one sage his entire life, And should he, he'd never understand them. As his cohorts danced, and laughed to strobe lights And flashing disco balls. The Christians all Lived in the ghettos, and he was about To rally up his audience to go and destroy them.
Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.
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