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Home Artist Poets Corner JINGLE BELLS

JINGLE BELLS

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The new world order beckons as we all get
into the Satanmas spirit, and celebrate the
carnal birth of His sweet little son.
May Satan Claws bring you much joy!


Jingle bells, bells from Hell
Scream your life away
Spawn of scum, your time has come
It's time to pay and pay

Jingle bells, bells from Hell
Your ethics you did trim
To vote for John. Now you're gone
Your soul belongs to Him

Roasting in the pit, eating Satan's shit
Are we having fun? Just get used to it

Sulphur burning bright, lights eternal night
Demons do impale, souls that shriek and wail

Goblins in the halls, drag you by your balls
To your awful fate. Now it's far too late

Jingle bells, bells from Hell
Scream your life away
Spawn of scum, your time has come
It's time to pay and pay

Jingle bells, bells from Hell
Your ethics you did trim
To vote for John. Now you're gone
Your soul belongs to Him
.oOo.

http://www.101usesforajohnhoward.com/
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Ricardovitz said:

and please help the good John Howard realize that he really should allow his citizens to own firearms, including but not limited to hand guns, semi-automatic rifles, shotguns, assault rifles, assault pistols, pen guns, bee-hive grenades, streetsweeper shotguns, .50 cal rifles, and full-auto machineguns.

Thank you Lord.
November 03, 2006

Chato said:

In view of the NWO multicultural civil strife planned for Oz cities, one could not possibly overstock the personal arsenal.
I will have liberty, or I will have Uncle John's head on a stick!

November 04, 2006

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