IFlyTheUBoat

Everything is Propoganda Someday they will call you on it, Long after the final take. Watch them gather like swarming ants, In noisy city streets with signs. Outrage!  Heresy, that film! When he pressed his mouth against, The glossy lips of his steady girlfriend. How dare you proffer this, Portrait of man, with raw sex seeping, Hot from every crowded pore, Redneck Eros, rank with sin! We see your true intent, To cram our children full of filthy bias, Against those shining saints, Who have selflessly swallowed, The raging pulse of passion, And upheld oaths of chastity.

This beautiful barbarus Dietrich of Berne, With his hand as vast as the face of the sun, Eternally reaching east, west, and south, Plodding one heavy foot in Constantinople, Is magister militum god among men. I weep for your children, Iulia Maior, I weep for your husband, Iulia Minor, When this bear-blooded youth snatches in his claws, The zirconian Rome mocked up as a diamond, This cracked empire upon which the future hangs. His semen spills into your rivers and lakes, His daughters devour your sons, Dogma eat dogma, a cross divided, In this, the last true dominion of men. "Rejoice in your kin", Theodoric cries, "Hold the buri