God Curse You Horny Gentlemen Poem by Ramona Thompson

God curse ye horny gentlemen
Letting no age dismay you
Remember your time is running out
Won't be too long
Too long before Christ our savior takes you away
Away to your unlimate judgement day
Somehow gotta
Just gotta save all the little children
From the grip of Satan's power
That power that led you all so very astray
Oh tidings of discomfort and a pervert's misery (Repeat)

From God our heavenly Father
The blessed angry shall come
And unto you sick freaks
Touching the small ones
In all the wrong places
How the blows of fury will rain down
As a new hellish justice is born
In the name of all that is holy and right
On this night
Oh tidings of discomfort and misery (Repeat)

Fear, fear how you shall later come to rot
Rot in your lonely monster's graves says the angel
All life and all that is right
With your sin
You have wronged
Now you must pay and pay dear
This day born of the savior
Comes a revenge bright and bloody for you
All those who broke his trust in you
To follow in the path of Satan's power and might
Oh tidings of discomfort and misery (Repeat)
Beware, oh do, beware
All you sinning devil's tools

And your souls shall come down
Down to that burning lava lake of fire
Where our dear savior has decreed for you to spend
All the rest of your worthless eternity
Oh how all on earth...
Oh all how all in both heaven and hell....
Oh how they shall all rejoice
Crying happy tears of relief as your kind are feed to hell's oxen beasts
All the mothers and fathers of those you molested kneeling down as one to pray
So thankful that on this your final judgement day
You were rewarded with what you so richly and justly deserved
Oh tidings of discomfort and misery (Repeat)

God curse ye horny gentlemen
Letting no age dismay you
Remember your time is running out
Won't be too long
Too long before Christ our savior takes you away
Away to your unlimate judgement day