We have the sum of God
What makes a Jesus
It isn't oracles or biblical miracles
One only accedes when we fall to knees
Kings, Pharaohs, Big Brother
Instill morals said to be The Lord's
This influence so tried and true
But oh the years for affect to take hold
As Elvis did it with just his hips
We need instant hypnosis
You're the tool to satisfy
The loathe in slavery is all will die
Blinding white light sears my retinas as a current shoots through my spine
My back arches in convulsion as something warm and wet wraps around my crotch
My brief orgasm ends with my screams echoing off the walls
My penis is growing while my taint is splitting...