Passing off

Passing on, the values of the Past -- prudent foreskins last; 

judges go FILO, sophisticated in their trading carts game.

Nobody offers the Heathen their due diligence too fast; 

passovers and worthy donations surmount, art is a blast! 

The Clay-bombers of ronin jutsu, without mercy and untamed; 

not stepping a foot in the Lords presence nor uttering it shamed!! 

Let them forget and pass off for real, those Lordy lords outcast...

Offshooting from Yahweh, to say outrageous tidings for your biding. 

How many demons cast out and witches killed by the sons of Skeua? 

Those worthy warriors, who only behind Gods arse are mighty riding; 

the cocks without a tail, to old-fox the trotting spirit in hiding, 

Who reverently showed His back to Eliyah, and the silent footsteps, Ruah! 

Ruben dost not understand, unless there is no business for his Mulah; 

Deborah was not good enough for Barak, to come swiftly and abiding!

Is there a Nathan for Yahweh? Who shall go forth to lecture thee! 

All the gifts of the World come present themselves in front of the Lord; 

the names are marked on the Wall-Street, the green miles and the moneytree 

are lit, with undying flames, what shook Moses! But the faces grim, bleak -- 

dost recognize, showing their cold shoulders and back of heads accord!!

Maybe the infants or the geezers shall whistle down the stream or fjord... 

perhaps some demons will do His bidding, then the Bear shall fuck Bulls-shiit!! 

Money-Bear talks, all roads lead to the China-shop and Bulls-shiit walks, 

to seek the councel from the White Elephant in the VIP room. Blood-Red, 

there the stains on the sheets, as the unspoiled got disavowed in Ted-Talks... 

Then you're not well bred and better fed, nobody, no soul will have a bark 

of a dog, in your fight. Better be the booze and Liquoir-Man, and they bled! 

All money on the swindler, more money on the grifter, none for the current 

most wanted infidel, who castrated his own forefathers, for the shame-stalks. 

Stoked high there the stocks of the flying stork, bereft by a heat-stroke! 

Working an angle-shooter, some pies in a pie, there biased to spill beans; 

Mr. Jim had a Beam to hold the roof from falling down, but the law smoked 

Camels and was drier than, the Amish wedding at Tiffanies and went broke... 

Supporting the corrupted conductors, who dont purchace a thing is unreal; 

my Redeemer wants to go on a killing-spree, Godlike and relentless ordeal!! 

Who wants some -- The Madness of Nietzsches Superman -- to be the New Yoker. 

Adamantium Yokes for thou -- NYC, don't let it show, that the Bulls went Bashan; 

they wanted to see, how the lesser people lived, and a Prince of Persia came; saw; fucked!! 

Hold your rusty blades back, little witness of Abšalom, who you killed your brother. Can 

a murderer enter the Face of the Lord, and not be cleansed by his Holy Angels, Stan? 

You, who vow on the Temple and on His Name, Michael Knight would know and duck; 

Who is like God! But you know not: "Out out, you damn spot!" from the Blood of Bucks, 

you have made your worthy praise, servants of the lord, not much Saiid can tell to a clam!!

Uprooted by your hair, like Munchausen, you looked for the better ailment, while Radio 

was Ga-Ga at the feet of ACDC and your faked ADHD going High Definition Dictionary. 

Why do non-sequiturs seek new meaning, there they understood none? Do the Cardio, 

and a CAT-scan for the masses. Paris needs a new Virgin, to stone in the walls Amarillo -- 

the Yellow Pages have to do. What Dragon eats more, than the third-powers emissaries? 

Offerings away, to offer the roof, which is on fire, and full of Spiritus Sangre in missionary 

pose, to lure in the weary traveler, who believes and obeys everything. "Twitter said: Dios Mio!"