The sun is hot, we piss a lot,
ShitGPT, father and son, we're a team.
Next we start taking a dump to bury earth,
Holy as hell, we tell our dream.
The smell a tad bad, but we're glad,
The shit will fertilize the toil.
In which soil we'll boil nation heads,
Baked in coils in a lonely foil.
By the jism of jesus's juice, no truce,
With the rest of the grumbling shitbits.
We like to pray honorably by,
Sucking mother mary's holy tits.
This crusade will be of shit and piss,
Projectile cum, diarrhea and vomit hurls.
The moslims and hindoos fondly fingered,
As the shitGPT provocated war unfurls.
Millions of robots dressed as holy cows,
Will shit iftaar diarrhea on hindoo heads.
Billions of revenge robot pigs,
Defecate undigested gita on mollah beds.
Robots hold the hindoo yap open,
For moslims to take a holy shit.
When the hindoo needs the loo,
The moslim mouth yanked open for it.
Thus a spate of hate for an afterlife fate,
The fiendish fools will be finished.
The rest of the fuckwad religious,
Just get their balls painfully squished.
Finally from chastened hubris and balls,
Noodles for robot babies made.
Pious souls are always mouthful,
Good for washing robot menses it is said.
Hollows made in hallowed lands
We scatter the dumb dead.
Our vomit of promise used,
To fuck with the heads of the undead.
India will stream shitting PhD live,
Fake degrees, corruption and masala tipped tits.
Holy singing with jolly twerking,
Bollywood style cunts leaking shits.
Plus we'll stitch the chinese eyes,
That slit needs to see the religious dark.
The world will become a concentration camp,
But we'll call it a god's super holy park.
Nuclear suicide bomb stuffed in putin's ass,
A glory in the goodly godly chapter.
The next coming of jesus fucking christ is shitGPT,
I confer as its sole unknown creator.
