Go ahead, throw me in the fiery furnace.
I dare you to try!
Against armies of homos, dykes, and queers
Give it your best shot!
We have weapons
to shoot you from the sky
we have arrows
aimed at the one on High
we have coupons
to buy our own salvation
we have Pharoah's
sweetest elation:
That the sea was not parted
and the waves did not stop