Passover (A Retelling)

The antichrist said to Trump and Pence in Mar-A-Largo, “This month is to be for you the first month, the first month of your year. Tell the whole community of The Confederacy that on the eight day of this month each man is to take a never-Trumper for his family, one for each household. If any household is too small for a whole never-Trumper, they must share one with their nearest neighbor, having taken into account the number of people there are. You are to determine the amount of never-Trumpers needed in accordance with what each person will eat. The animals you choose must be year-old males without defect, and you may take them from the Democrats or Independents. Take care of them until the sixteenth day of the month, when all the members of the community of The Confederacy must slaughter them at twilight. Then they are to take some of the blood and put it on the sides and tops of the doorframes of the houses where they eat the never-Trumpers. That same night they are to eat the meat deep-fried in lard, along with bitter herbs, and deep-fried chicken made with lard. Do not eat the meat raw or boiled in water, but deep-fry it in lard—with the head, legs and internal organs. Do not leave any of it till morning; if some is left till morning, you must burn it. This is how you are to eat it: with your cloak tucked into your belt, your sandals on your feet and your staff in your hand. Eat it in haste; it is the Antichrist’s Passover.

“On that same night I will pass through America and strike down every firstborn of both people and animals, and I will bring judgment on all the gods of Mar-A-Largo. I am the Antichrist. The blood will be a sign for you on the houses where you are, and when I see the blood, I will pass over you. No destructive plague will touch you when I strike America.

“This is a day you are to commemorate; for the generations to come you shall celebrate it as a festival to the Antichrist—a lasting ordinance. For seven days you are to eat deep-fried chicken made with lard. On the first day add the lard to your houses, for whoever eats anything not deep-fried in lard from the first day through the seventh must be cut off from The Confederacy. On the first day hold a sacred assembly, and another one on the seventh day. Do no work at all on these days, except to prepare food for everyone to eat; that is all you may do.

“Celebrate the Festival of Deep-fried chicken, because it was on this very day that I brought your divisions out of America. Celebrate this day as a lasting ordinance for the generations to come. In the first month you are to eat deep-fried chicken made with lard, from the evening of the eight day until the evening of the sixteenth day. For seven days lard is to be found in your houses. And anyone, whether foreigner or native-born, who eats anything not dep-fried in lard must be cut off from the community of The Confederacy. Eat nothing made without lard. Wherever you live, you must eat deep-fried chicken.”

Then Trump summoned all the elders of The Confederacy and said to them, “Go at once and select the animals for your families and slaughter the Passover never-Trumper. Take a bunch of hyssop, dip it into the blood in the basin and put some of the blood on the top and on both sides of the doorframe. None of you shall go out of the door of your house until morning. When the Antichrist goes through the land to strike down the Americans, he will see the blood on the top and sides of the doorframe and will pass over that doorway, and he will not permit the destroyer to enter your houses and strike you down.

“Obey these instructions as a lasting ordinance for you and your descendants. When you enter the land that the Antichrist will give you as he promised, observe this ceremony. And when your children ask you, ‘What does this ceremony mean to you?’ then tell them, ‘It is the Passover sacrifice to the Antichrist, who passed over the houses of the The Confederates in America and spared our homes when he struck down the Americans.’” Then the people bowed down and worshiped. The Confederates did just what the Antichrist commanded Trump and Pence.

At midnight the Antichrist struck down all the firstborn in America, from the firstborn of the Speaker-of-the-House, who sat with the gavel, to the firstborn of the prisoner, who was in the dungeon, and the firstborn of all the livestock as well. Speaker-of-the-House and all her officials and all the Americans got up during the night, and there was loud wailing in America, for there was not a house without someone dead.

“Alternative” Lyrics 528

Topic: Resistance
“Deleter” by Grouplove

One, two, three, go

Yeah, the carwash
And the airplanes, and the highways
We’ve been here for too long, for too long
Am I anxious or just modern?
All this darkness
Been going on too long, for too long
Yeah, yeah, yeah

All this time I thought you were a leader
It turns out you’re only a deleter
Tell your friends that you’re okay
You’re never gonna see them anyway
All this time I thought you were a leader
It turns out you’re only a deleter
No, no, no, no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na no
No, no
Yeah, yeah

It’s the future and I’m braindead
Yeah, I’m destitute, yeah, I feel no roots anymore, anymore
Take another picture (Picture)
Show ’em what you’re doing (Doing)
And how we built a lighthouse
Out of all these godforsaken ruins
We know it’s coming
None of this can live
The world will recover once you put us in the past, yeah

All this time I thought you were a leader
It turns out you’re only a deleter
Tell your friends that you’re okay
You’re never gonna see them anyway
All this time I thought you were a leader
It turns out you’re only a deleter
No, no, no, no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na no
No, no
Yeah, yeah

I don’t know
Where to go
Bring the pain
Bring the pain, my baby
I just know, I know you’re gonna let me out
So bring the pain
Nothing really matters anymore, my baby

All this time I’m burning with a fever
It turns out I’ve always been my healer
No, no, no, no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
All this time I thought you were a leader
It turns out you’re only a deleter
No, no, no, no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na no
No, no
Yeah, yeah

https://youtu.be/kqot8uyJ3LI

“Alternative” Lyrics 527

Topic: Donald J. Trump
“Careless World” by Tyga

I awoke from a dream
Filled of a world full of greed and hate
The world was my thoughts, and surroundings
I realized I needed to rise, and become king

My own destiny

Take a look around, tears from they eyes
Knees on the ground, money in the sky
Take a look around, ain’t shit nice?
Praying for my life, hope I make it through the night

Take a look around, the city on fire
It’s all taking place in the middle of my mind
I stand in the middle, cause death right beside
Murdering is simple, get your life simplified
Where the bones lie, rebuild another life
America’s pie, put my hand in the pot
I can’t get caught in the streets I was taught
Raised off anger, but it wasn’t my fault
Nigga, take a look around, it’s needles on the ground
Never gave three fucks, and I still don’t now
I’m fucking in the house, babysitter on the couch
Thirteen like, “What this shit coming out?”
Pass me a jimmy, I ain’t ready for a child
I hope nobody hears: “Bitch, why you so loud?”
Turn on the tube, put my head on the cloud
Breathe, inhale, the angles can’t help
Tyga

Take a look around

Take a look around, tears from they eyes
Knees on the ground, money in the sky
Take a look around, ain’t shit nice?
Praying for my life, hope I make it through the night

Take a look around

Take a look around
All night, fighting em for my life
Praying that everything gon’ be right
(Take a look around)
Ain’t it nice, truth over the lies?
Young Knights, we kings in the skies
(Take a look around)
I ride around in my city
Bitches pictures up in they titties
Man, you fake, all of us know it
I’m original and I show it
Roll one time for everyone down and
T-Two times for the nigga that bounce
Then why you sitting round on some couch shit
My money building, like houses
Feeling like you wise
Truth be told, it’s all lies
These the days of out lives
Why you wasting all of your time?
Voices from the skies
Said that evil fall in yo rise
They judge me low to the dirt
Then they celebrate to of my highs
Why you-Why you wanna be fake, I fucking hate you
Why you made cause I ain’t take you?
Last day alive, I wouldn’t even date you
“I’ll replace you with somebody better” that you only make up
We just make up, wake up king and queen and rule the world a little later
Later on in that day, tears all in her face
I said I’m going away
She begging me to stay
Took a look in her eyes, then she put my hands on her waist
Said, “Don’t leave, we’ve got a baby on the way”

Take a look around
All night, fighting em for my life
Praying that everything gon be right
(Take a look around)
Ain’t it nice, truth over the lies?
Young Knights, we kings in the skies
(Take a look around)
I ride around in my city
Bitches pictures up in they titties
Man, you fake, all of us know it
I’m original and I show it
(Take a look around)
I ride around in my city
Bitches pictures up in they titties
Man, you fake, all of us know it
I’m original and I show it
(Take a look around)

I want you to know tonight
That we, as a people, will get to the promised land
And I’m not worried about anything, I’m not fearing any man
My eyes have seen the glory, of the coming of the Lord

https://youtu.be/yyz12g-WxtU

“Alternative” Lyrics 526

Topic: Donald J. Trump
“Professor Coldheart’s Theme” by Les Lye from The Care Bears in the Land Without Feelings

Allow me to introduce myself
They call me Professor Coldheart
I’m cold and cruel and crafty
But wait! Here comes the best part

I’ll freeze your feelings cold as ice
And kill your cares, ooh, that sounds nice!
So listen, here’s some sound advice, be smart-
Don’t mess with the Professor!

C-c-c-c-cunning
C-c-c-c-clever Coldheart!

I’ve heard you’ve been complaining
There’s no need to cry or whine
I’ll refrigerate those feelings
Ooh, I’ve found you just in time!

My icy stare can hypnotize
My chiling stare can paralyze
I knew we’d get along right from the start
Don’t mess with the Professor!

C-c-c-c-creepy
C-c-c-c-crafty
C-c-c-c-cunning
C-c-c-c-clever Coldheart!

Don’t mess with the Professor!
Coldheart!

https://youtu.be/x0f130MJjKE

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