Thee Beginning - Those Poor Bastards

Some folks don’t fit

With any crowd

They get lumped together

With those they hate

This is a story

Of a man like that

Obscure and violent

And obscene

A man of God

A cannibal

Of these grim facts

You’re now aware

He hated man

But adored beasts

Held at the mercy

Of such fools

So grab your holy water

Pour it on your head

Your filthy carcass

Can’t be cleansed

You are worthless