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The Sermon of Mr. Brimstone Pt. 17 (Spartan Heart)

 “I will piss off or offend-stop reading
The End,
 “Because the sensitive bitch equals the mentally weak
Becoming a bed wet-motherfucka when they sleep,
 “Now feel the tip of the Spartan spear
That petrifies motherfuckas with chariots of Cynisca fear,

  “Upon the altar of Artemis we are life flogged to resist pain
The weak, the poor and the uneducated are looked at with shame,
 “The shame is our attitude towards others while we are on Earth
Because in the unemployment line of death we are all equal worth,
 
 “We all have been twin towered at the fucking knees
Eliminated without prejudice, like Helots and dirty fleas,
 “Facing the advancing Persian hoard coming over the hill
Either we can fight or swallow the suicide pill,

 “Then die motherfucka die motherfucka die
Become unforgiven rot, because Mr. Brimstone won’t cry,
 “For the ignorant or foolish who’s bitch-weak to handle life
Like a coward solider perform Seppuku with your knife,

 “Those with a Spartan heart are determined to live
With death being the last motherfucking thing they give,
 “And when given it will not be without a fight
So prepare for the end time morning, noon and night,

“Ignited by Spartan music which electrifies with a spark
Blood is colorless when shed in the blinding dark,
 “Along with interracial fucking-considered a KKK sin
When black dick enters her white mouth-now nuts on the chin,

 “Or reverse when the black woman is having a fit
Moaning oh shit, when receiving white dick,
 “Just like when the slave master raped his black whore
In front of her kids on the cottage floor,

 “Krypteia secret police are forever on the hunt
When caught, we are mad-fucked like a virgin cunt,
 “Penetrated deep all the way to the bone
Now glorious heaven or torturous hell is our permanent home,

 “We need to strengthen our soul with iron spit
Money or wealth in the afterlife won’t mean shit,
 “But heaven and hell, on a divine level have their twisted fun
Giggling at our stupidity and not surprised how we are so fucking dumb”.
Written by CasketSharpe
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