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"Oh ...Lord, METHodically!
As in this world there are degrees of evils,
So in this world there are degrees of devils!”
John Webster, "White Devil", c. 1609-1612

You can call me evil,
You can call me a liar,
But the power I hold
Will set the world on fire!

I spread over your life
Like a beautiful cancer
Entertain the mob
Like a dervish dancer

I’m a soldier of sin
I’m a loser to win!
Holistic Hammerfist
Genocidal Gymnosophist

I make the mold
Hop my machine to Meggido!
And ride the white-wild rail!!

Wake of the White Devil!

What is history to me,
When I erase and replace?
What is culture to me,
If I hate every race?
What is position to me,
If I don’t know my place?
What would murder mean,
If I don’t leave a trace?

Infection! Defection!
Invasion! Persuasion!
Unity! Impunity!
Injection! Inflection!
Identify! Revitalize!
Addiction Affliction!
The motherfuckin’ West is the Best!

Wake of the White Devil!
Wake of the White Devil!

No vaccine ‘gainst my
Sickening joy
No education ‘gainst my
Cult Culture Ploy
What the people will want
The fucking people will get
And people should know when they’re conquered

If I told you the truth,
You would follow the same
If I taught you to lie
You would still play my game
Put precepts aside
By my METHod abide
And breathe in my fearsome fame!

I can set you up
To control your own fate
Then pull the ground from beneath you
When need becomes great
Turning kings to paupers
Giving peasants wings
Give children guns to kill them all!!!

Wake of the White Devil!
Wake of the White Devil!

Live fast, love hard, die high!

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