Morrigans Fashing day

 "Morrigan, Morrigan, why are you chanting and washing the armors and badges?"; 

The Badgers have blooded their nose, Parking on the Lot of Sodom and Gomorrah... 

Somebody Fashed the Hash, and threw Sitting Bull under the Truck to Wound the Knees; 

the Kneecab Comedians had a tragic impudence for Impotent Terrors in the head for Wichy!

Morrigan, Morrigan, who you date the daredevils and call the names of honoured Ballsacks; 

entering the White House before the woman, Cesar sent his regards To Brutus Britannicus and Nero; 

I can still smell the Christian Torches and Lions Dens, singing for the Fashionable Looney Tune POV. 

I toe you an Alp I Can to flower the pedestrians on Carmageddon into flour and floors under the rug. 

The Rat of R.O.T.T had too much Estonians to eat or was it a Hot Shot; it could have been Men in Tights or Naked Gun. How can you even shoot without 9MM bullets and a Revolver? Ask a Monk who Married a Librarian in a silent retreat, and hit Nirvana, to meat up with Kurt Cobain!! Insane in the membraine. 

I had to give farewell to my broken Poets who lullaby too much Nietzsche dating foreign spiritus Loki.

How Many Angels dost it take, to smite a tyrant and its maddened glee, looking down at Wesnoth; 

Morrigan, Morrigan, soon you shall feast on the battlefields again, for the crows and ravens descend. 

Oh look, there where are Corpus Christi, there where are two sword to have enough of this!! 

How many babies need to be hoisted on the Pretorians, before the cats who throw up Egypt dismay?