Madalyn Murray O’Hair

“I'll tell you what you did with Atheists for about 1500 years. You outlawed them from the universities or any teaching careers, besmirched their reputations, banned or burned their books or their writings of any kind, drove them into exile, humiliated them, seized their properties, arrested them for blasphemy. You dehumanised them with beatings and exquisite torture, gouged out their eyes, slit their tongues, stretched, crushed, or broke their limbs, tore off their breasts if they were women, crushed their scrotums if they were men, imprisoned them, stabbed them, disembowelled them, hanged them, burnt them alive.

And you have nerve enough to complain to me that I laugh at you.”

And I say to you, your ilk does the same when they get into power.
That's not religion's fault, it's just human nature.
Of which, true religion's the best elixir against.

The Ego Machine

Love is just for sex, marriage just for me
Please, my beauty beauty, touch not my moneies.
I cannot trust anyone, so I subsist on stale self love
For there is no one on this earth but me, who I really want to trust.
I feel only for myself, and am detached from the world
The only thing I want, is my own self love's pearl.
I search deep down the ocean, I dive down the same
I shuck that oyster called my life, and for this I'm not ashamed.
My ego is my only friend, my own self love my journey
Give me one good vibe my love, I'll make you need a tourni
To keep your bleeding heart from pouring into mine
For the only love I have my love, is for me and not for thine.

The Canaanites

The Canaanites!
Be ready they are coming.
The Canaanites!
Stand your ground, and give not way.

Their armies upon the mounts are sand
And their battle cry is to take back our land;
Guard your heart against them; wickedly
They sing their anthems, of lust, error and greed.

The Canaanites!
Be ready they are coming.
The Canaanites!
Stand your ground, and give not way.

Destroy them to their last seed
In your heart's Warfield, drink Christ's meed
Slay utterly young and old
In the very depths of your soul.

The Canaanites!
Be ready they are coming.
The Canaanites!
Stand your ground, and give not way.

Our battle's not with flesh and blood
So believe and God shall make a flood
And crush those vile men
In your soul, they shall not stand.

The Canaanites!
Be ready they are coming.
The Canaanites!
Stand your ground, and give not way.

One last verse I'll sing
Let your soul of them be freed
And rid them to the last
Through righteousness' fast.

The Canaanites!
Be ready they are coming.
The Canaanites!
Stand your ground, and give not way.

The Canaanites!
Be ready they are coming.
The Canaanites!
Stand your ground, and give not way.

The Canaanites!
Be ready they are coming.
The Canaanites!
Stand your ground, and give not way.

Have the LORD Pecked in Thy Heart

Have the LORD so pecked in thy heart
That that death, passes over thy part;
And across the seas, do scamper abroad
And do not worship evil wicked gods.

When in chains, and strapped to the wall
Pull them down, and Kingdoms shall fall.
Destroy those wicked, unholy Philistines
In thy heart, and you shall have peace.

Do not wage war with flesh but with soul
And have your heart be purified like Gold.
Spirits of good and mercy and truth
Entertain, and they shall make you

A righteous soul above all the rest
And you shall lie down in Heaven's bed
And faithfully with grace, thy seed
Shall be given to thee for eternity.

When a giant shall stand so very tall
Take your sling, and cause him to fall
Stand your ground, and best sin's gross test
And you shall enter into eternal fest.

Hymn to the LORD

I sing Him a new song, of light and good mercy
Peace reigns on high, and nothing can hurt me.
Oh faithful God, upon you I stand
Thy rock is so good, and Thy faithful right hand

Shall guide me to all pathways of good;
Thy truth shall abound and be my good food.
Upon Thy manna I eat of this day,
Thy righteousness is Thine and to me is so fay

Which I desire above fame and all fortune
Thy greatness abounds, Thy love most important.
Oh faithful King, Thy truth shall abound
And Thy face shall I seek, until it is found.

Oh great and powerful, wonderful God
Thy steadfast love, is my favorite rock
To build my foundations of Thy precious Law
For if on that rock I build, I shall not fall.

Thy Rod of discipline shall always guide me
And beat back the wolves, and bruise me so lightly
For into the sheepfold you shall goad me still
Until I am found on Zion's most holiest hill.