Peacekeeper, dawn your tent Suck on oxygen through a paper straw Prophylactic burning No longer a need to use Still the combine sputters And heaves a mournful yawn Harvesting two thousand ghosts And leaves the seeds for more For more, for more Condoloma epidemic T-cell genocide We can consummate no more We're living it through V.R. (virtual reality) Still the combine stammers From the pedophile it hides Harvesting two million cases And takes no time to stop Still the combine sputters And heaves a mournful yawn Harvesting two thousand ghosts And leaves the seeds for more Interzone reporter Homophobic diatribe We take it for the norm And copulate the bosom Of faith, hope, and charity There is no God Pass the ammonia