||secular grace||

old men grudge it ain't nothin new,
futile disagreements they done drew.

menopausal wives and half-flaccid to #grwm,
they mock their commitments in full decree.

THEY'RE the problem it's not me!!!
alcohol tastes better than my tea.

ask me ask me bout military men,
for a large chunk i done spend.

my peace my genetics a life and its aftermath,
of silence of violence and pats too hard for my back.

they suffer to ensure suffering waiting for disorder,
listening only to those who bark conniving order.

so let's eat drink and wait fo' da bombs,
while prides clash and a new war songs.

an eye for an eye all over again,
a disagreement on faith driven in vain.

where are you Akbar, where are you Tughlaq,
where are you Tipu, we could all use your luck.

legislative genuises y'all were cuz y'all knew forgiveness,
risks taken y'all understood most well our Indian mess.

progressive mad kings lovers of an empirical order,
we need you. we need your wisdom at our border.

come to our aid oh believers of the human race,
so citizens can dick measure on discord in ||secular grace.||