Well, he knows that we humans have a short history
That goes back to about 4000 B.C.
Like him—evolution, eschew it;
No one else running is fit to do it.

Give me the theocrat,
I hope You’ll give me the theocrat,
Give me the theocrat—
Fires await.

We can’t let the government get it our hair
Except where pubes grow—down there!
Knock her up, then suffer pain
If you weren’t wed in the Lord’s domain.

Give me the theocrat,
I hope You’ll give me the theocrat.
If not the theocrat,
Dire the straits.

Well, he thinks that we humans have a short history,
And always says BC, never BCE!
The only reason to have sex is to procreate
Or else you’ll fornicate or—worse—masturbate. . .
Hit wall with a wet splat
And we just can’t have any of that.

IF wins the theocrat—
Dire our fate.